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thevoidstaredback · 3 months ago

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How To Balance Your Daytime and Nighttime Activities So That You Don't Burn Yourself Out More Than You Already Have

They had planned to leave before Bruce got back to the Manor, but plans change all the time and it wasn't Danny's fault!

Alfred had invited a friend of Dick's, Barbra Gordon, to the Manor for dinner, meaning that Dick had to stay if he wanted to see her. And since Dick was staying, Danny was staying. Tim wasn't about to leave Danny to Bruce's mercy, so he was staying for dinner, too.

Bruce Wayne arrived at Wayne Manor exactly three and a half minutes after six in the evening. He entered the kitchen exactly ten minutes and five seconds after that.

The air was tense.

Dick had been tense since Danny first roped him into coming to Gotham, only getting worse as they got closer to the building they were now sitting in. Now that Bruce and Dick were in the same room, it was like the rope had frayed to the point of snapping with a light breeze.

Bruce sat at the head of the table with Tim to his left and down a chair. Dick sat at the foot of the table, Barbra sitting to his immediate right. Danny sat on the unoccupied side of the table, directly in the middle.

No one was saying a word.

Danny was on edge.

Finally, "Dick," Bruce said.

"Bruce," was the response.

As if the spell had been broken, though the awkwardness remained, Barbra cleared her throat and said, "It's good to have you back in Gotham, D."

Dick smiled at her, soft and happy and relieved. "It's good to see you, Babs. How've you been?"

"The same as usual. Though, Condiment King again!" She glared when Dick started laughing. "Yeah, sure, laugh it up, Wonder Boy. It took three hours to get that mustard out of my costume! It's easier to get blood out of white carpets-!"

Bruce pointedly cleared his throat, bringing all attention to him. "As good as it is to see you, Dick, who've you brought with you?"

Barbra flinched back slightly, having forgotten Danny was even there. Oops.

Danny grinned at Bruce, hiding his nerves behind his favorite fake-it-'til-you-make-it smile. "My name's Danny, it's nice to meet you Mister Wayne! I have to say, you're a lot less smiley in person than you are on the internet."

He hummed. "I apologize. Today's been an off day."

"No need," Danny waved off politely, "I get it."

"I have to say, Daniel-"

"'Danny', please. My name's Danny."

To his credit, Bruce didn't even skip a beat. "Then, call me Bruce. I must say that I didn't expect Dick to have taken anyone in."

Danny chuckled a bit. "I think it's less of him taking me in and more of me kind of letting myself into his house."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I noticed he wasn't doing too well, so I figured I'd step in to help where I could before he got himself hurt." 'Or worse' was heavily implied. "I imagine Tim did much the same with you?"

Tim stiffened as Bruce sighed. Well, that's not a good sign.

"Yes, though Tim doesn't live here."

"He has a room, though, right?"

"Of course."

"Good. I can't imagine having to travel with the kind of injuries you guys get at night is very fun." Here, he turned and looked Barbra in the eye. "Honestly, you deserve a prize for traveling from here to wherever you live after getting injured."

Barbra smiled sheepishly, "Thanks? I don't really come here, though. Only on occasion."

Bruce interrupted before the conversation could continue, "What do you mean? Dick's the only one of us who could possibly get hurt on the job." He shook his head. "Honestly, why did you ever join the BHPD? It's too dangerous."

Oh, Danny had to put a stop to that right away!

"Sorry, to jump in here, Mister Wayne, but I know what all of you moonlight as." He ignored Bruce's narrowed, sharp glare. "You're Batman, Dick is Nightwing, Tim is Robin, meaning that Barbra has to be Batgirl and, if I'm right, Oracle."

"Who are you?" Bruce demanded. He didn't ask because asking is for people who aren't paranoid enough to have six levels of security at the front gate alone.

"I just told you: Danny." He unflinchingly met Bruce's glare. "Not good enough for you? I'm Danny, personal caretaker of vigilantes who refuse to take care of themselves, bookkeeper, cook, unlicensed medical unprofessional, et cetera. Though, don't call me a therapist because that's my sister. Is that a better answer?"

Bruce hummed.

The meal itself was somehow even worse than before Alfred had brought out the food. Glares were being thrown and concerned glances shared. It made the food taste bad, which was probably a war crime.

Danny had been raised with manners, so he'd thanked Alfred for making dinner. He even offered to help with clean up, though he backed down when he was refused. He knows better.

After dinner, the group had gone back into the very same drawing room as before. Dick and Barbra cuddled together on the couch, Bruce and Tim took the two armchairs, and Danny sat on the floor in front of the now lit fireplace.

"So, Tim," Danny started, "You working on any interesting cases?"

Tim seemed to perk up a bit. "Yeah, actually. It's a murder-"

"We're not at liberty to discuss anything with you, Daniel." Bruce's voice was gravely, almost the voice he used as Batman, as he spoke over Tim.

Danny's eyes narrowed. "I believe I told you my name is 'Danny', not 'Daniel'."

"Well, seeing as I don't actually know you, and you have offered up no sir name, I'll stick with calling you whatever I'm comfortable with, especially in my own home."

"This isn't a fight you wanna pick, Mister Wayne. You might want to rethink your choice."

"I am well aware of what battles to fight. However, you're mistaken. This isn't a battle. I'm merely stating that I will be calling you 'Daniel' until you offer up your sir name to be called by."

Danny very obviously looked Bruce up and down. "I guess my parents were right; You can't ever believe everything you read on the internet."

"Oh? Why do you say that?"

"Because you, Mister Wayne, are horrible with children."

The temperature in the room dropped. Bruce's glare hardened even more. He appraised Danny, assessing him and filing away everything he could find. "Speaking to me like that in my own home is quite the move."

"Are you threatening me, Mister Wayne?"

"Not at all," he denied. "What are you really doing here, Dick?"

"I wanted to come meet Tim," Dick lied.

"Don't lie to me."

"What, I can't even come meet your newest Robin?"

"After the way you treated Jason?"

Dick stood quickly, Barbra scrambling to her feet. "After the way I-! You're the one who let him put on my old uniform!"

Bruce stood to his full height, looking down on Dick. "Me? You barely even talked to him! I spent as much time as I could with him!"

Danny blocked out the already out of hand yelling match and grabbed Barbra's and Tim's hands, leading them out of the room. This was not how he was hoping this would go at all.

He could still hear the yelling, even in the foyer.

"I'm sorry," he whispered to Tim and Barbra, "I didn't expect this to happen."

"It's alright," Barbra said, flinching when she realized that she could hear both men's voices almost clearly.

"No, it's not. I dragged Dick here to apologize to Tim. We were supposed to leave before Bruce even left Wayne Enterprises."

Tim shook his head. "We should've anticipated something like this would happen."

"Yeah..."

The three sat together on the steps, Bruce and Dick's voices carrying through the wood and marble.

"Hey," Barbra said after a few minutes, "How do you know about the Cave being under the Manor?"

Danny blinked at her before turning to Tim. "There's a cave under the Manor?!" He glared playfully at his friend. "You didn't tell me that your base of operations is a cave under Wayne Manor!"

"If it makes you feel any better," Tim offered, "Dick named it the Bat Cave."

"It's called the Bat Cave!?"

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mimicmimikyuwrites · 4 months ago

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Good Enough - Edward Nashton (The Riddler) x Fem!Reader

Summary: Edward has never felt good enough for anyone or anything. When the self-help resources fail to work and the feelings of inadequacy grow stronger by the day, he begins to doubt that he's even worthy of being loved, but you're there to comfort him and remind him of just how much he matters.

Contents/Possible Warnings: Minor spoilers for Riddler: Year One, a lot of angst, hurt with comfort, fluff, mentions of smut (but no actual smut)

Repulsive. Broken. Unwanted. Not good enough. The words he told himself had buried their way into his thoughts, repeating themselves like a twisted mantra that never ended, even with the constant use of every self-help tip and coping skill he had learned. That same mantra had been there so long that he couldn't remember when it had first started.

Maybe it was never something new at any point; maybe it was just the truth that he kept trying to deny with ledgers filled line to line with positive affirmations that he could never convince himself of. 'You are good enough.' No, he wasn't. He never would be. He was fighting a losing battle against himself.

At least at the end of the day, he had someone to come back home to, someone who told him every day how much she loved him. Before he had met you his only form of salvation was his puzzles, like it had always been since he was a young child. With you here, though, he had more than just riddles and crosswords online and in the local paper to look forward to after a long workday. You were the only good thing that Gotham City had to offer. You were an angel, his angel.

He unlocked the door to his apartment and closed it behind him, a smile making its way onto his face at the sound of your shoes against the wooden floor as you made your way from the bedroom and toward him. You grinned widely as you saw him, your arms outstretched and wide open before you wrapped him in a tight hug.

"Hi," He murmured in greeting, hugging you back as he nuzzled his face into your soft, beautiful hair. You smiled even wider, looking up at him with eyes that always made him melt with just a single look into his own. "How was work, Eddie?" You questioned, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"It was—" He paused, trying to find the right words. Shit. It was shit. His boss was a condescending, passive-aggressive, arrogant prick who slacked off more than he worked and still managed to be more successful in his career than Edward had ever been. As much as he wanted to vent, he didn't want to burden you with more than he already was by being with you.

"Fine." He finally decided, putting on a fake smile. "Same old calculations and whatnot. Nothing interesting." He lied. It was another day of statements from Zach that were insulting enough to strike a nerve, but not obvious enough to report to HR. Not like it'd matter, it would probably get swept under the rug and forgotten about. Some days Edward wondered if his superior was actually the pompous dick he thought him to be or just an idiot with confidence.

"Oh." You could see right that smile on his face. Something was bothering him like it had been for days now and you could tell. It broke your heart knowing he was struggling and that same struggle left him unable to feel okay confiding in anyone. "Are you sure...?" You questioned, a hand moving upwards to cup his cheek gently, the man leaning into your comforting touch.

He had lied to you. How could you lie to her? You manipulative, disgusting freak. As the thoughts filled his head, guilt washed over him. God, he didn't deserve you. He didn't deserve your affection, and most certainly not your love. Did he deserve any love at all? Was there anything to love about—

"Eddie?" Came your soft voice, the sound like that of an angel. He broke himself out of his thoughts, smiling at you again. "I think I'm gonna go pick us up some takeout for dinner. What do you want?" He changed the subject, moving away from you and back towards the door.

"No." You said a bit sternly, grabbing his hand and pulling him over to the nearby couch, sitting down with him. "You're not getting out of this that easily. Tell me what's wrong, Eddie."

"It's not you, I promise that it's not." He insisted quickly, afraid he had upset you with his earlier lie. She's going to leave you. She never should've been yours to begin with. You ruin every good thing you get. He grew tense as the fears filled him and threatened to consume him whole. You were so perfect, so deserving of every amazing thing the world had to offer and more, and he was just... Edward Nashton.

"Woahwoahwoah!" Your hands shot forward at the sight of tears beginning to well up in his eyes, your thumbs wiping them away as they fell. "I'm not mad, honey. I just—" You stopped, unsure how to phrase things. "I'm worried about you. You can tell me anything, as cliche as that sounds. You're not a burden to me; you never have been, and you never will be."

He buried his head into your shoulder, sobbing into it as your arms came to hold him close to you. "Why? Why do you love me? I–I don't understand..." He cried softly against you. "All of these years you've spent with me and I can't comprehend why. Is it out of pity?" He asked. While to anyone else it would've sounded like a bold accusatory remark, you knew that the question was genuine. He needed to know.

"Look at me, Edward." You commanded gently, him moving so he could face you and meet your eyes with his own. The sight of tears running down his face and wettening his glasses broke your heart. "Three years we've been together. In those three years, I've fallen more in love with you than I have anyone else. We've made love more times than I can count. I even wait for the day you'll put a ring on my finger, no matter which one it is. It could be made out of scrap metal for all I care, as long as it's from you.

You're smart, Eddie. Tell me, does everything I just listed sound like I only pity you? Or does it sound like I'm head-over-heels in love with the man in front of me? You are good enough. I love you, Edward Nashton."

That made him cry even harder, but you were there to hold him, just as you had been since you stumbled into his life. If he wasn't good enough for himself, then at least he was good enough for his angel. You wanted a ring on your finger? He'd get you one in due time. Anything for the one who showed him that he could be loved, that he wasn't some type of vermin in the cesspool that was Gotham City. You are good enough. For once, he believed it.

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forwhomthewordsflow · 10 months ago

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Just a Broken Ankle?

Hi there! This is my first post ever…and it’s not proofread because I knew I’d go back and completely change everything, so I’m just throwing it on here. This one is for all my Steve girlies, and it’s loosely inspired by my current obsession with Grey’s Anatomy. Please take all the medical talk in here with a grain of salt…I know nothing!

18+ – MINORS DNI

pairing: fiance!steve x florist!reader

summary: you rush to hospital when you find out steve’s been taken into surgery for an unknown reason…

contains: fluff, fluff, more fluff, stress, mentions of surgery and injury

word count: 3.7k

You lean back against the desk behind you with a huff. The tips of your fingers ache after being poked and prodded by the thorns of the many, many red rose bouquets you’ve just finished putting together. Your back and neck are sore from your position over the last few hours, and you can feel a dull throb starting in your feet.

Owning the best flower shop in Hawkins around Valentine’s Day was doing wonders for your business, but damn what you wouldn’t give for a hot bath to soak in right about now.

Your angel of an employee, Phoebe, has been manning the register and some smaller orders all day long while you worked in the back, answering phone calls and chipping away at the massive order for twenty dozen assorted roses. The two of you have been doing a great job at keeping up with the business since you opened two years ago, but you’ve been considering hiring her girlfriend for some extra hands around the shop.

“Hey Boss?” Phoebe calls from the front register.

“What’s up?” You drag yourself from the back area of your shop to the front register while stretching your sore muscles.

“I’m finishing up on these corsages and boutonnieres for the nursing home order, they’ll be labeled and ready to go for the pickup tomorrow morning in a minute,” Phoebe steps aside to let you see her handiwork. Her attention to detail is really what makes her the love of your life, aside from your fiancee Steve of course. She’s arranged red and white roses with baby’s breath so beautifully, you’re positive the people at the nursing home will be tickled pink this Valentine’s Day. “I was wondering if I could maybe cut out a bit early after I’m done. Ally is planning this romantic dinner and I wanted to go pick up some wine to surprise her on my way home.”

You give her a warm smile and reach out to place a hand on her shoulder. “Anything for my favorite employee. You did a beautiful job on these!”

“I’m your only employee, Boss. Thank you!” Phoebe chuckles and turns back to finish up her labels.

You turn to go back and add some finishing touches to the rose order. “What would I do without – “

You’re cut off by the shrill ring of the shop’s phone. “I’ve got it!” You skip over to the phone to answer. “Hi, thank you for calling Lavender Lane! How can I help you?”

“Hello, may I speak to (Y/N) (L/N) please?”

You feel a pit beginning to form in your stomach. “Uh - yes, this is she.”

The woman on the other line clears her throat. “Hello, ma’am. I’m an ER nurse here at Hawkins Memorial and I’m calling in regards to Steven Harrington…”

You hear your blood rushing in your ears as the nurse's words start to fade out. All of a sudden it becomes exceedingly difficult to breathe normally. The only words you’re able to catch are “...ambulance…surgery…emergency contact…”

You feel Phoebe’s hand on your shoulder, and you think you can hear her ask if you’re alright, but you’re too busy trying to figure out whether your heart is still beating inside of your chest. Steve? Your Steve? In the hospital? You feel yourself beginning to panic as you drop the phone and run to grab your purse and keys.

Phoebe struggles to keep up with you as you flitter around the back in search of your keys. “What’s wrong? Who was on the phone?”

You’re throwing papers around frantically, looking for your keys in the mess on your desk. “Uh, Steve is – Steve is i-in the….the h-hospital. Have to get there..have to get to him.” It’s becoming harder to see, you can’t figure out why your vision is suddenly so blurred until you realize that you’re crying. You’re terrified.

Phoebe takes a firm hold of your shoulders and spins you to face her. She shoves your keys into your hands and looks you dead in the eye. “Take a deep breath.” You follow her breathing as she inhales deeply, then exhales. “Good. Now keep doing that, I don’t want you driving if you’re going to freak out the whole time.” You nod shakily and hurry to the front.

As you reach the door, you remember that Phoebe wanted to leave early. You turn to apologize but she beats you to it.

“Don’t even think about it, Ally’s wine can wait. I’ll take care of everything here, you go check on your man.”

You nod as tears run down your face. The bell on the door rings as you push it open and sprint to your car. You can hear Phoebe shouting at you to drive safely, but all you can focus on now is Steve, Steve, Steve.

Your engine revs and your tiles squeal as you peel out of your parking lot and onto the main road. You drive way too fast, thinking all the while about all of the possible situations that await you.

Was there an accident? Did someone try to rob the house? Was he shot? Stabbed?

What if he’s dead?

You shake your head to expel such a dark thought, and push down even harder on the gas pedal.

Break

You don’t remember much about your journey to the hospital, but you realize that you’ve probably parked very illegally as you run inside to the desk. The poor nurse sitting behind it looks at you with wide, scared eyes as she takes you in. Your mascara is running, you’re sweating and trying to catch your breath as you unload your panic onto her.

“S-someone called me about my fiance. Steve, S-Steve Harrington, where is he?! Where is he, please, I need to see him. I need to know if he’s alive I-”

Your panic-induced rant is interrupted when an older man with a kind face, who most definitely could be a doctor, approaches where you’re bent over the front desk. You figure maybe he knows something about Steve’s condition and rush towards him.

“H-Hello, my name is (Y/N) and my fiance is here and I just want to know what’s going on please.” The feeling of helplessness starts to creep up on you, and you feel hot tears stream down your cheeks.

The man introduces himself as Dr. Prichard and assures you that Steve is being well taken care of. They’re in the middle of his surgery right now and he has to get back to the operating room, but he’ll come out with an update for you as soon as he’s able.

You feel like there’s cotton where your brain should be as you watch him retreat back to the double doors he came from. How were you just supposed to wait? What is even happening right now? You look to the nurse behind the desk, hoping to get some answers out of her, but she immediately ducks her head down before catching your eye. You let out a sigh of defeat and trudge over to the waiting room.

As you sit down in a chair for the first time all day, you couldn’t feel any farther from relaxed. Your head swims with possible outcomes and what ifs, and your shoulders start to shake from the force of your cries. You drop your face into your hands and cry quietly for what feels like an hour, but was probably much shorter than that. You sit up and take a deep breath as you lean back in the surprisingly comfortable chair, looking around at the room.

You see an elderly couple walking the halls of the hospital, the woman assisting the man in a hospital gown as he uses a walker. He stops to peck her on the cheek, and they carry on. You can’t help but to picture you and Steve at their age one day, and you think about how magical your engagement to Steve has been thus far. He’s the love of your life, your absolute, without-a-doubt soulmate, and you couldn’t wait to marry him. You would’ve gone down to the courthouse to get it down the moment after he dropped to one knee, but he insisted on giving you the wedding of your dreams. Money wasn’t a problem, thanks to Steve’s fancy marketing job and his trust fund, and he’s made sure to do his fair share of the wedding planning. Together you’ve picked out the perfect venue, tried all of the cakes (much to Steve’s delight) and of course arranged for all of the flowers you could dream of (though Steve let you take the lead on that one). Now all that was left was to walk down the aisle in three short months, say I do, and start the rest of your lives together.

You feel yourself begin to cry again. What if those plans have to change? What if you don’t have as much time left as you thought? You’d marry Steve Harrington right here in this goddamn hospital if you had to. Screw a big white wedding, you’d do anything to be bound to Steve in as many ways as possible.

You decide to stand and pace, maybe some movement could help calm your nerves, you want to be as level headed as possible when the doctor comes out with an update.

Your mind races as you think of all the plans you had with Steve. All the things you still had to do together. You still had to get married, honeymoon in Italy, buy a house, get a dog, have kids, grow old and senile together until you eventually die in eachothers’ arms at the old age of 100. It’s been the plan all along, and what if everything is about to change? What if your entire life is about to get flipped upside down? What if -

“Miss (L/N)?”

You whip around and see Dr. Prichard, the same doctor you spoke to earlier. He has a vague expression on his face, and you’re terrified yet eager to hear what he has to say. You walk towards him slowly, almost in a daze.

“...Harrington…” you say shakily under your breath as you approach him.

Dr. Prichard leans forward, having not quite heard what you mumbled, “I’m sorry?”

You stand a bit straighter. “My name, i-it’s Mrs. Harrington.”

Dr. Prichard then looks at you with a warm smile. “Of course it is, Mrs. Harrington. Walk with me.” He gently holds your elbow as he leads you through double doors, towards Steve.

Break

“You have got to be kidding me.”

Dr. Prichard chuckles at your disbelief, after telling you that Steve is in fact just fine. “Not at all, ma’am.”

You open and close your mouth like a fish, unable to find the words. “B-but…they told me about an ambulance…and the surgery!”

“Yes ma’am, Steve was brought to us by ambulance, but that’s because it would’ve been unsafe to drive himself here. We were told that an older woman, Ms. Gertrude, I believe, called 911 for him.”

You’ll thank Jesus every day for your nosey 71-year-old next door neighbor Gertie. “And the surgery?”

Dr. Prichard sighs and you prepare yourself for the worst. “I’m terribly sorry if our nursing staff led you to believe anything extreme,” Dr. Prichard leans in closer as though he’s sharing a secret ,”Just between you and I, the nurses here have the people skills of pre-teens.” He chuckles while you give him a look that says tell me already!!!

“Steve’s surgery was to repair a broken ankle. We had to go in and place a few plates and screws to get everything back where it’s supposed to be. Other than a couple bruised ribs on his left side, your fiance is okay.”

You could feel the stress melt off your body as you pull Dr. Prichard in for a bear hug. He laughs, startled by your sudden affection. “Oh my god. Thank you.” You want to cry, laugh and sleep all at the same time.

Dr. Prichard rubs your back as you begin to finally calm down. “There, there. Everything is A-OK. His room is just up ahead if you’d like to see him now.”

You release the older man from your bone-crushing hug. “Yes, yeah, of course.” He leads you up the hall a bit further until reaching a room and knocking softly with one knuckle.

Dr. Prichard turns to you before opening the door. “He should be awake by now, we put him under for the surgery and he might be a bit loopy still from the drugs.”

You nod eagerly, just excited to see Steve for yourself and make sure he was alright.

As Dr. Prichard opens the door, you hear girlish giggles coming from within the room, followed by the deep, hearty chuckle that could only belong to one man. You trail behind Dr. Prichard as he enters the room. “You have a visitor, Mr. Harrington.”

You emerge from behind Dr. Prichard and see Steve’s face light up entirely.

“There she is! My beautiful wife!” he yells, quite loudly. You discover where all the giggles were coming from as you see two middle-aged nurses laughing at Steve’s antics. “Just look at her ladies, isn’t she gorgeous? I told you she was gorgeous!” You look down trying to suppress your own girly giggles as you feel your cheeks heat up. “My god, honey. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“And you’re higher than a kite right now, Steve.” You don’t think you’ve ever been happier to see him as you approach his hospital bed. You take in his heavily wrapped left ankle that’s elevated off the bed, and you survey the rest of his body for other injuries. He has some small scratches on his arms and one just above his left eyebrow, but nothing major catches your attention. He really is okay. Your heart stops as your eyes meet his. He’s giving you that smile, the one that scored him a second date all those years ago. God, he’s so handsome.

“The only thing I’m high on is love, baby.” You laugh at this and sigh as you turn to look back at Dr. Prichard, who is also chuckling.

“You sure weren’t lying about him feeling loopy.”

“He’ll be back to normal before you know it.” Dr. Prichard puts a hand over his mouth and whispers “, Your guy is quite the character. He’s got all the nurses on this floor charmed half to death and giggling like school girls in the halls.”

You both turn to look at the nurses, who are failing to conceal their blush after a flirty wink from Steve. You shake your head and laugh, “Typical.”

“We’ll give you two some time.” He says as he ushers the nurses out of the room along with him.

You turn back to Steve, doing your best impression of his ‘angry mom’ pose and fixing him with a stern look.

He looks right back at you with round eyes, “What?” he whines.

“Don’t ‘what’ me Steven!” He winces at the use of his full name. “Do you mean to tell me that I was losing it out in that waiting room scared out of my mind while you were in here flirting with nurses?!” Steve’s mouth opens but no words come out. You’re not actually mad of course, how could you be when he still manages to look sexy in a hospital gown? You felt obliged to give him a hard time after you cried for hours over what turned out to be a broken ankle.

“Baby I – how else was I supposed to get the good Jello?” Steve nods towards the discarded tray next to his bed where you were able to count five empty Jello containers. You laugh incredulously and sit next to him on the bed.

“Unbelievable.” You find it hard to muster even the slightest bit of annoyance towards him when he’s looking at you like you hung the moon. Steve wraps his arms around your waist to the best of his ability and squeezes. You lean down to brush some hair out of his face and you rest your hand on his cheek. He feels warm, a little prickly from his stubble, and alive. You take a deep breath, relieved that everything is going to be okay, and he leans into your touch.

“I love you…so much.”

Steve sighs dreamily, “I love you more.”

You slide your hand to grip his chin, squishing his cheeks together playfully as you lean in for a little peck. As you pull away, Steve whines, “Aw come on, what was that?” You laugh and look at him, confused as he yells, “I just survived a major surgery, baby! That deserves a real kiss!”

You throw your head back and laugh loudly.

“C’mon woman, plant one on me!”

You’re still giggling at his slightly slurred words as you lean back down to press your lips to his. He reaches up to hold your face with both hands as he slips his tongue between your lips. You make a surprised sound at the welcome intrusion, and to this Steve lets out a loud, borderline pornographic moan. The kiss is passionate and messy as your tongues mingle together and you both smile through it. You can’t help but to laugh as he kisses you dirtily in his hospital bed, high off his pain meds. He breaks apart from you with a loud “mwah!” and falls back onto his pillow with a shit eating grin on his face.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. C’mere.” Steve holds his arms open to you, and you lie down with him. The blanket he covers the two of you with is surprisingly soft. Maybe all of his flirting actually paid off. You make sure to rest your ear over his heart, to ensure that it’s beating as it should be.

You’re quiet, and Steve notices because he notices everything. “I’m okay, baby.” He rubs circles onto your back soothingly, as if you were the one who got hurt.

You lean on an elbow to look down at him with tears in your eyes. He winces, the thing Steve hates most in the world is to see you in any sort of pain. “I know. I know that.” You reach up to toy with the gold chain that lays against his collarbone. “It’s just…it was just really scary Steve.” A few tears slip out as you recall how terrified you were just hours before. “All I knew is that you were in surgery a-and no one would tell me anything else and I…I was just so afraid to lose you, Steve.” You were full on crying now, and Steve held you tightly to him as he rocked the two of you back and forth.

He smooths your hair down and presses a kiss to your hairline. “I’m so sorry, baby. That must’ve been so scary. I know if I were you I would’ve torn this place apart brick by brick until I got some answers.” You laugh wetly into his chest. “So, good on you for not turning into Godzilla.” Steve pats your back and this only makes you laugh more.

You lean up on an elbow again to look at him. “You gonna tell me what even happened?”

Steve throws his head back and groans dramatically. You can see a blush start to creep up his neck and onto his ears, so it must be embarrassing. You poke him in the cheek to spur him on.

“Okay, okay.” He looks at you and takes a deep breath, readying himself. “You know those trees we have out front?”

“...Yes?”

Steve squints, like it pains him to say this. “Well, I was just lookin’ at ‘em and lookin’ at ‘em and I said to myself, ‘Steve, you’re a man. You should be able to take care of your own yard.’ you know?” You try to hold back a laugh, knowing where this is going already. “And so I thought, why would a man, such as myself, have to hire someone to take care of his very own yard?”

“--Oh my god, Steve.” You put your head in your hand, shaking it in disbelief.

Steve laughs through his next words as he continues on, “And then, I remembered that I’ve seen Mr. Sanders – you know, the man who lives a few doors down from us – I’ve seen him trimming his trees before. So I walked on down there and asked him to borrow his gear, and he said yes!”

You’re struggling to hold back your laughs as you listen to Steve’s storytelling. Steve is also holding himself back from bursting into laughter, which makes the whole thing that much funnier.

“He did offer to help me out, but he was on his way out to run some errands and I didn’t want to bother him of course, so I told him not to worry about it.”

You gaze at him fondly as he tells his story with animated hands and facial expressions.

“And then, y’know, I started out alright. But then I was trying to reach the higher branches and I guess I just lost my balance or something because the next thing I knew I was flat on my back staring up at the sky, babe!”

“That sounds crazy, honey,” You slide your hand into his hair to scratch your nails along his scalp.

Steve moans, he loves when you do this. You see his eyes start to get heavy and his head falls back a bit. He’s so adorable when he gets all sleepy.

“It was sooo crazy. Then Gertie was there and then the ambulance guys were there and then I went to sleep and now I’m here,” You push up on the bed so that he can lay on your shoulder. Steve snuggles in as best as he can while not disturbing his wrapped up leg or bruised ribs. “Do you think it’s okay if I sleep for a little bit? I’m kinda tired.”

His eyes begin to flutter closed, and he feels heavier on your shoulder as he falls deeper and deeper into sleep. “Yeah baby, get some sleep.”

Steve grumbles a bit, just on the cusp of his impending nap ,”Mmm…I love you so much.”

You squeeze him tighter against you and lean your head back to try and get some rest as well.

“I love you more.”

#steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fandom #steve x you #steve x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington one shot #steve harrington blurb

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haroldhearsawho · 1 month ago

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maybe this is too much for like . a random tuesday. but what about dick and nix getting married at their kitchen table. like it’s when they’re still living in jersey and they had a huge fight about their future and nix picks up rings when he’s in the city and they don’t have anything official and no witnesses but they exchange vows at their kitchen table where they eat dinner together every night. you see the themes

YES I LOVE THIS SO MUCH OMG

The fight about their future was definitely Nix lashing out due to his insecurities that he’s never going to be good enough for Dick and someday he’ll come to his senses and leave him, and realize that of course he wants to be a father and have children and a family and he’ll find a nice perfect little wife without the alcoholism or the family drama or all the trauma or secrecy or religious guilt or societal intolerance who can give him all of that like Nix can’t. And he yells that all at Dick who is just appalled that Nix would ever think any of that or ever think so little of himself or Dick’s feelings or commitment and devotion to him. How wonderful and precious he is or how much Dick loves and treasures and cherishes him and how lucky Dick is to have him. How Dick could never want anyone else, could never even dream of it. How Dick couldn’t ever live without him. Can’t ever imagine life without him.

And Dick tells this all to Nix not realizing that maybe he’s never really told him so in as many words, thought it went without saying but apparently not and he needs to fix that right now because he can’t ever have Nix having these doubts about him or them or himself ever again. And Nix absolutely melts, is speechless for a few minutes just staring at Dick almost taken aback at the magnitude of what he just said and how uncommon it is for Dick to bear his heart and feelings out on the table like that so openly and vulnerably. And then Nix pounces on him kissing him hard and it’s all teeth and tongue but it’s perfect and he only breaks apart to breathe into Dick’s mouth “Say it again” “Say what again?” “All of it” And Dick laughs and says “I’m never going to leave you Lew. No matter what. I love you. You’re it for me. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives, however that may look like or wherever that may be, if you’ll have me” and then Nix blurts out “Let’s get married. Marry me. Right now.” And Dick kinda looks confused and shocked but also so so happy and before he can ask how that’s even possible Nix says “Remember how once we both said that we’d marry each other if we could? If it were legal to do so? Well fuck the law. Fuck it all. All that matters is that we make vows to one another. We’ll be married in our own eyes and hearts. We can get each other rings and no one has to know what they mean to one another but us. But they’ll be a sign of our commitment to each other, that we’ll never leave one another. We’ll sign a pledge, an oath that we’ll stay together forever.”

And then they go into the city and pick out rings for each other not giving a single fuck what it might look like to everyone else around them or the jeweler. Nix tries to pay for his own ring too but Dick absolutely won’t stand for that, he’s absolutely going to pay for the ring he puts on Nix’s finger that stands for his unending love and devotion and commitment to the love of his life. And he tells Nix that and Nix melts again and can’t argue against it. Then they get back home and each get out a paper and pen and go sit in separate rooms and spend a few hours writing down their vows to one another. When they’re both finished they meet again at the kitchen table and write out a sort of marriage certificate that they each sign and date as an oath that cannot be broken, pledging their commitment to one another. Then they stand in front of each other and read their vows to one another which results in both of them happy crying and take turns putting their rings on each other’s fingers while asking the other if they will take them as their “lawfully” wedded spouse and each answering a teary eyed “yes.” And maybe first they both get down on one knee for the other with their rings held out and ask if the other will marry them, and then they both end up on their knees together face to face embracing.

(Or maybe they had talked about getting “married” like this before and had already picked out and bought each other rings and wrote their vows but didn’t know that the other had done so until then when they both go upstairs to their bedroom to their respective nightstands and pull them out where they had both hidden them.)*

Then Dick takes Nix on top of the kitchen table, both of them fully clothed, because they can’t wait to go upstairs, they need to consummate their marriage RIGHT NOW and Dick needs to have Nix, now his spouse, his HUSBAND, NOW and they can’t stop staring at their rings and they’re both smiling and giggling during it and it’s rushed and fast and clumsy but so, so good. And then once they’ve recovered and are ready to go at it again they go upstairs and make love properly and slowly in their bed, taking their time and getting each other fully naked and worshipping one another’s bodies, whispering sweet promises and declarations of love in one another’s ears.

*The scene of them reading their hand written vows to one another makes me think of the heart wrenching scene in the brilliant fic A Spell of Riot by churchkey where they both write and read apology letters to each other while Nix is going through a recovery program for alcoholism

#asks #winnix #lewis nixon #lewis nixon iii #dick winters #richard winters #winnix headcanons #winnix ramblings #winnix drabbles #winnix fic ideas #winnix fic prompts

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ramcharantitties · 10 months ago

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Other woman

Short angst, Ram(rrr) x reader

You were never mean. You were never mean, never rude, never negative and always wanted the best for everyone. You were clever and polite. You knew how to give love and how to appreciate when you received love. You knew how to keep people happy, but that didn't mean that you always did something to keep people happy. You loved yourself and everyone around you, and it showed. It glowed on your face like the sunlight passing through the honey jar. Then why did the bees sting?

You sat in the dining room. Your husband of a year, Ram, silently ate his dinner beside you. Your plate was untouched and Ram took notice, but didn't utter a word. There was a scent unfamiliar to you near him and it made you barf.

That scent has been lingering around him for a month now. You tried your best to avoid our ignore, considering it to be just something new at his police station. But when you arrive there once, to deliver his lunch, it only stank with old blood and sweat. The only sweet smell was the extra sugar chai. Ram didn't use perfumes, or deos. What kind of smell was this? So feminine, intoxicating and fruity.

Akhtar mentioned that his Ram Anna is more busy than usual, that he needs to go somewhere for his work first instead of coming home or staying longer at the station.

You were not sure that your overthinking brain was taking you at the right place. You shook your head and decided to eat when you caught the site of something you shouldn't have- the chain in his neck had a pink bead dangling from it. From what you remember, you don't have anything pink. Your eyes didn't leave its sight, wondering how a pink bead could accidentally come there?

You touched it softly, the heat from his body could be felt on the chain. Ram's face went pale when he realised what you've seen. "Where did that come from?"

Ram tried to answer, but stuttered. "Oh- uh that's something, you know that one-"

"Are you cheating on me?" Even you were in disbelief when you asked that. Of course, it wasn't true. Ram has always loved you. Everyone knew that, they knew the efforts Ram puts for you. Showered you in affection and called you his. Supported you when no one else did, making you the strongest person. You should apologise for being so insensitive-

"I am sorry" the three words that left you rooted. The roti in your plate was cold and your fingers froze. You tried to see any aspect of lies or fakeness in his eyes, anything he was hiding. But there was nothing, just remorse. There were three words that filled your heart with despair, and there were three words that once made your heart beat faster and cheeks warm and blush. That was the first time Ram ever professed his love for you.

You slumped back in your chair, crying softly, when he cleared up the table. It didn't even look like he was ready to break it up with the other woman. Or were you the other woman? "What are your relations with her?" You wanted to know more, to understand the situation. Because you were the only one who hasn't given up. Ram sighed. "We met during a case, and I kept meeting her for a few days." That wasn't so bad. Emotions can change; if you try hard, maybe he will stop visiting her. "We've slept together once".

Nevermind. You could feel your heart shattering, listen to it audibly. "Did you even think about me?" You didn't want to sound so, affected. But what could you do? "Did you regret it?" Ram looked at your broken face. He did. But what was the point, if he just threw the so called guilt out the window?

"I don't think I'll, come back to you"

When was Ram planning to tell you this? Where did you lack that you had to face this situation? You stared at him. Everything was perfect, you both were perfect together, he was perfect. The only warmth you had was of your tears. You rubbed your face, crying in your hands. Ram stood there silently, unsure what to do. "Y/n" felt like committing a sin to take your name. You pulled your knees closer to you, hugging them. This wasn't how you planned your life out. Having two kids, sending them away, retiring and going back to the Village. This wasn't your life, but you had to live it.

S/n: why did I write a cheating Ram now? This was a hazed brain sleepy head idea.

Tagging: @vijayasena @yehsahihai @dumdaradumdaradum @chaanv @nerdreader @ramayantika @phoenix666stuff

#ghungru #ram charan #rrr movie #rrr #desi tag #ram x reader #fanfic #ram x wife!reader #rambheem #rrr tarak charan #other woman

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holylulusworld · 1 year ago

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Brother’s keeper (Arc 3) - Prologue

Summary: She would do anything to protect her brother.

Pairing: Royal!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader

Warnings: mentions of marriage, feisty/bratty reader, arguments, royal au, dystopian au, enemies to ?

This series takes place in the Two kings (Arc1) & Not a queen (Arc 2) universe, at the same time. I recommend reading these stories first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

Brother’s keeper masterlist

“Father, I’ve got no time for this nonsense.” Tony waves his father’s concern off. “I can find a bride after we solve the problem with the satellite communications system. I’m so close. I cannot get distracted by a woman now.”

“Oh, that must be a first,” Howard retorts. He smirks as his son finally looks up from his working desk. “You love having beautiful women around you all the time, son. If you want to become the king and lead this revolution, you must choose a bride.”

“They are all so…dull,” sighing deeply Tony puts the broken device he tried to repair aside. “Pepper was nice, but she preferred marrying a man not having his head in the clouds.”

Howard furrows his brows.

“Her words, not mine, father. I thought we had something in common but all she was talking about was babies, dresses, and the latest gossip. She was, like every other woman, dull after I got to know her better.”

“You get bored easily, son. I invited a few princesses and duchesses for the next month. If you don’t choose a bride until then, one of them will become the next queen.”

“FATHER!” Tony flings a screwdriver across the room. “You cannot force me into marriage!”

“I can and will,” Howard raises his voice. “Now, focus on the device. We will need it to defeat our enemies and change this world for the better…”

“I hate this,” you mutter under your breath. Your brother forced you to join him at one of King Stark’s dinner parties.

It’s not that you do not enjoy your brother’s company, but you hate the prince with passion. He gets under your skin every time you are around him. Tony Stark is the worst man alive, you’re sure about it.

“Prince Tony,” your brother has to call for your nemesis. Of course, he couldn’t resist riling you up. “How have you been?”

“Splendid,” Tony shakes your brother’s hand while ignoring your existence. He’s always like this around you. It’s like he hates you for no reason.

“Wonderful. Maybe you can show my sister around. She’s a little shy when there are too many people around.”

“Y/B/N!” You tut. “I think Prince Tony has better things to do. Like finding a new victim to bore to death.” You smirk darkly. “Please don’t let me keep you from finding another woman to spend your night with.”

“Y/N,” your brother sighs deeply when you storm off. “Please excuse my sister. She’s a little…”

“I don’t mind,” Tony’s eyes darken watching you walk away to talk to other guests. “One day someone will tame your angry sister. I bet she’s got claws too…”

“Found you, little Colibri,” You roll your eyes when the one and only Tony Stark steps behind you. He places his hand on the small of your back, fingertips digging into your skin. “Where have you been all night?”

“I tried to avoid you, Stark,” you quip. “Why are you not charming your way into one of the ladies’ beds?”

“Nah, I rather annoy you a little,” he laughs when you shake his hand off. “Why are you so cold to me, Colibri? I’m only ever nice to you.” Tony whispers in your ear. “I could be even better to you.”

“Not if you were the last guy on earth, darling,” you sneer. Tony Stark won’t get anywhere near you if you can avoid it. “Leave me alone, Stark.”

“My father wants me to find a bride.” He stands behind you to place his hands on your hips, squeezing you lightly. “I think I found her.” Tony purrs in your ear. “You’re going to challenge me and fight me all the time. That’s exactly what I want. Someone who doesn’t bore me to death.”

“You won’t get me. Hands off,” you try to wiggle out of his grip, but Tony slings his arms around your waistline.

“I think you don’t understand how stubborn I can be,” he growls in your ear. “I want you to become my wife, and I’ll do anything to get you to say yes.”

“Over my dead body.”

“How about over your brother's dead body, huh? Did you honestly believe no one would find out he’s a second son, not the firstborn?”

Your head starts spinning and you struggle to breathe right. How can he know? No one knows about your secret. You choke out the word and fight the tears. “Bullshit.”

“No one will ever find out, though. I’ll keep it a secret, Colibri. Just say yes to me, and I’ll be the best husband you can imagine. Your brother will become king, and you a queen.”

“How do I know that you’ll keep your word?” you question. All you have in mind is to keep your brother safe. Just like you did for all his life.

“You have to trust me in this, Y/N. Say yes.” Tony presses a kiss to your neck. “Please say yes.”

A heartbeat passes, and another. “I won’t be an obedient wife or play your breeder. If you force my hand, you’ll get what you see.”

“I can live with that.”

Tony closes his eyes. He hates himself for lying to you, and pretending he would ever hurt your brother.

If he wants to keep you safe and make sure your brother won’t marry you off to someone else to become king faster, he must play the villain…

>> Part 1

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#Brother’s keeper - Prologue #tony stark #tony stark x reader #royal au #prince!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader #tony stark x y/n #tony stark x you

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the-bar-sinister · 2 months ago

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Bleeding, Broken, Mended (75557 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 13/16

Summary: Law is certain that he was 'rescued' just so Doflamingo could kill him himself, but Doffy has other plans. As far as he's concerned, Law's decade-long quest for revenge was nothing more than a sad misunderstanding. He wants to remind Law how things used to be. He wants to find a way to bring Law back into the fold-- back to him-- forever.

catch up here

Law made his way through the ship after another quick hug from Bepo, who promised while yawning not to fall asleep.

Law had been told to meet Doffy in his cabin where they'd had dinner the night before last. Law remembered his desk had been mostly covered in comics and tone dials, but there'd been more serious paperwork too there, on reflection.

Law made his way through the ship, nodding to some of the lower ranked staff, easing his way down the hall all the way to Doflamingo's door with memories of his room compared to the one from way back in the day and the wonder at just what this 'secret mission' could be.

As he arrived at the tightly shut door, he knocked three times. The handle clicked and the door opened inward.

"Come in." Doffy's rich voice intoned from deeper in the room. Law saw a glimmer of the shining threads that had opened the door.

Law walked in, brushing his fingers along the threads as he walked into the room with a smirk. "Corazon, reporting in."

Doflamingo beamed brightly, turning toward him from where he was sitting at his desk. He gestured and the threads under Law's fingers trembled like plucked guitar strings. The door closed behind him.

"My Corazon," he purred. He leaned his chin on his hand and laughed. "Thanks for making time for lil' ol' me."

That casual, teasing nature that Law remembered from when he was young seemed back in full force. The same one that Rosi had tried to convince him was nothing but a manipulator's mask. Before Rosi had gotten into his heart, he couldn't fathom it being anything but genuine. Playful, teasing, casual— affectionate in his very Doffy way. Now that he was free of the specter of vengeance, he could let himself believe it.

"I thought about slipping away for a nap." He teased in a deadpan. "But I decided it wasn't worth you pouting for the next four hours."

"My Corazon, already putting my feelings over his need for rest," Doffy laughed again and stood, leaning on the back of his chair, looking Law over. It was hard to say just what he might be thinking, the way he smiled at him, his ever present shades shining in the light.

Law walked over to lean against his desk, looking into the sheen of his sunglasses through the borrowed pair of Derringer's. "That's how you know you picked the right guy for the job, Doffy."

"It very much is," he agreed. "Are those Derringer's shades? We are going to have to get you a new wardrobe."

Law pushed them up.

"Yeah, Pica's guy grabbed them for my hangover. They look pretty terrible on me, don't they?" He shook his head. "....a new wardrobe, huh?"

"The sunglasses look fine, but they don't really suit your look, do they?" He leaned toward him, looming forward. "And I'd say you need a new wardrobe— we didn't exactly fish you out of the sea with a trunk full of clothes, did we?"

"True enough," Law looked down at his coat with a huff. "All my clothes went down with the ship. Guess if I ever had the time to reinvent my look it's now."

"I can't think of a better time, truly. We'll see what we can do next time we're in port." Doffy chuckled and there was a nostalgic tone to his voice as he continued. "You used to favor those very serious suits. But I notice you're more casual lately."

That took him back, back to his youth dressed in the button up suits with the bowtie and shorts. All in grim and serious colors. Baby 5 used to tease him relentlessly over it, only to grow up to almost always wear a maid outfit— something he gave her shit for the night before.

"Yeah, heh. I dunno, at first it was just more comfortable while pirating, Doffy. Then I kinda wound up liking it, you know? D'ya think it suits me?"

"It suits you in its way. I think I'd die of shock to see you wearing something in my kind of bright colors anyway," Doffy chuckled. "But we'll see what we can do. You can try on a dozen styles and discard them all, Corazon. We'll see what fits you."

He took a couple of slow strides forward, and slipped his arm around Law's shoulder. "But sadly, we can't talk fashion all day, today."

Law felt that increasingly familiar flush crawl over his face as he was swept under the flamingo's wing. "Yeah we can probably save that till we actually fucking make port… we've got business today, right?"

Corazon. Hearing it still gave him a little thrill every time.

"We do," he nodded, leaning down toward him. "Which do you want to tackle first, the mundane, or the unusual? I'm leaving the order in your hands. Neither one is time sensitive."

Law raised his eyebrow. "Mundane first. I'd like a leadup if you're gonna ask me something fucking weird."

Looming down over him, Law could see all the sharp lines of Doflamingo's handsome face, the barest hint of scar tissue visible under the rim of his sunglasses. He could smell the cocktail of subtle scents that surrounded him– perfume and hair oil and aftershave, and the special oil that Law remembered was used to groom his feathered coat. It was much the same as Law remembered from his younger days. He'd smelled it in Dressrosa, when he'd been dangerously close to Doflamingo, but then it had only been a distraction.

"Mundane it is. Let's pull you up a chair and I'll bring you up to speed with Cross Guild."

Dammit— it was a distraction now as it was in Dressrosa. Less dire, less of a threat to his barely held resolve. But still a damn distraction that swam in his head.

He was handsome. The nostalgic smell wasn't helping as he lightly grit his teeth and grabbed a chair to flop down into with a broad grin.

"Yeah. Alright. Cross Guild, right? Alliance of former Warlords that I wasn't invited to."

Doffy chuckled and drew up his own chair close to Law's, relaxing back into it with his arms crossed behind his head. "In Croc's defense, it was all coming together while you were still hooked up with Straw Hat. Oh, speaking of which, it's not Buggy in charge."

"Makes sense why he didn't send an envoy then," Law chuckled darkly, before tilting his head "no shit? The papers are all calling him Crocodile and Mihawk's 'Genius Jester master' or some shit."

Doflamingo snorted and giggled, shaking his head. "Genius Jester Master– yes, I've seen the papers. The funniest thing about them is how they're driving those two crazy— but they won't do anything to correct them because Buggy's popularity makes him a useful idiot."

"And here I just thought they liked his stupid face," Law smirked, leaning on his hand. "So they're using his popularity to bolster the rep of Cross Guild, which you're a part of."

"Exactly that. He's the face man, though admittedly, he speaks up when he has an opinion. Much to Crocodile's annoyance."

Doffy chuckled, and launched into a deeper explanation of Cross Guild— how it had been Crocodile's idea, and had come together in the first rumbling of the dissolution of the warlord system. He talked about the bounty system, meant to undermine confidence in the marines and grow loyalty among the populace, and Crocodile's ambition to seduce a few famous marines over to the side of piracy. He told Law that it was meant to become a military power— and eventually even a nation state or pirates— that could rival and thwart the world government.

"And we've even got a hidden ace there," Doffy said, putting a finger to his lips. "Thanks to yours truly. The question is just when to play the card. I'm leaving it to Crocodile's discretion. I shared it with him as thanks for saving my hide when they were gonna throw me into Impel Down."

Law leaned forward, hands folding together as he looked up at Doflamingo with genuine curiosity. Cross Guild was a hell of a lot more ambitious than he'd thought, only hearing about it in the papers and rumors.

A dedicated military and social power of pirates who were taking steps to destabilize the World Government's seat of power and 'hand' in the world by taking direct bounties on marines. It was smart. He couldn't help but be impressed by Crocodile— a man he'd had a few run-ins here and there with and always respected— .and now it seemed Law was a solid part of it.

At 'Impel Down' , on the other hand, that made him wince a little involuntarily. The sting of guilt and terror at the government sanctioned torture site and Doflamingo's near brush with it caused his smile to falter.

He tried to push it down by asking, "...so what's the ace, Doffy?"

Doffy's smile grew teeth, and he leaned conspiratorially toward Law, bumping his shoulder against him. "You wanna know? It's a big secret. Same thing that kept them off my ass for as long as it did."

The proximity was distracting, but he bumped his shoulder back against him with a huff. "I think I probably should know, Doffy. I can take a big secret."

He wagged a finger at him. "I'll tell you. You should know. The other executives have known since after Dressrosa, and I'll trust that you have enough sense not to blab the secret before its time."

Law huffed softly. "I'm good with secrets, Doffy! I ain't gonna blab anything until it's time. You got my word."

Whatever it was, Doffy was hyping it up. Knowing him— it was either something legitimately world shaking, or it was something he was trying to work Law into a tizzy over for a laugh.

Dofllamingo leaned even closer, until his sharp face was level with Law's and almost excruciatingly close.

"You're familiar with the empty throne, I imagine? The symbol of the ooh-soooo-wholsesome shared power of the World Government?"

"I've heard of it. Always struck me as kinda…I dunno. Pointless. The shared power's bullshit anyway, right? They just have a handful of guys throwing their weight around instead of one in a fancy hat." Law looked up to meet his sunglasses, feeling the warmth of Doflamingo's face near his.

"Except, here's the secret, Law." He put his arm over his shoulder. "They do have one guy in a fancy hat. The empty throne? Isn't fucking empty at all."

"...." Law was almost nose to nose to him as he leaned in with an incredulous stare.

"Huh? You're telling me they got some fucking secret king squatting in the big empty throne up their on Holier Than Thoutopia?"

"That's exactly what I'm telling you," he purred. His breath was warm on Law's face, and Law could see himself reflected in Doffy's shiny glasses. "They all bend the knee to Great Imu. Even I don't know much, but either it's an inherited title, or the bastard's actually fucking immortal."

Immortal. There was a concept you didn't hear thrown around a lot. At least not seriously. It had come up once before to Law however, and reminded him uncomfortably of a conversation he no longer felt good or sure about. Rosi had told him that Doflamingo wanted possession of the Op-Op fruit's holder in order to become immortal.

That memory sunk into his stomach, making him feel ill with a barely restrained grimace.

"Great Imu…? That's insane…I mean, I don't…I don't trust the World Government, but if the people heard that there'd be a mass riot. It's proof that literally everything they ever spouted was a fucking lie! And…" he hesitated. "Immortality ain't real."

Doffy's smile faded just a little and he sat back, crossing his arms, looking thoughtful. "No it isn't. As far as I've been able to determine anyway. But immortal or not, you're right about a mass riot if word were to get out. That's how I blackmailed my way to a warlord position, and that's what Crocodile's saving the secret for, potentially, anyway."

Law whistled under his breath. "...saving it for the chance to literally change the world. You get Cross Guild respected enough…when that news comes out, the people'll flock to side with you, over the Marines. You might even beat out the Revolutionary Army in terms of pull."

"We might," Doffy chuckled. "Unless we end up negotiating with the bastards. Croc is talking about that too, but who knows. We'll change the world one way or another though, that's for sure. So that's the secret. And that's Cross Guild. Any questions?"

"...I mean. I'm still kinda reeling about this emu guy, Doffy."

"Yeah no, that's fair." He nodded, arms crossed over his chest still, and chuckled a little. "Hell of a lie they're selling."

"Hell of a lie, yeah." Law raised his eyebrow. "...but I gotta ask…you think it's really possible the guy's immortal? I know it's…supposed to be bullshit, but."

Doffy cocked his head. "But there's a lot of fucking weird shit in our world? I'm not going to lie, it's not completely impossible. There are rumors about devil fruits that can produce immortality." He paused, lacing his fingers together and Law saw his brow furrow. "There's a legend that yours can do it."

"Yeah. Someone told me that once," Law's eyes flicked down. He knew Doflamingo would likely have a guess as to who. "Said that you were after it specifically to become immortal, too."

"He said–" Doffy made a rough, thick noise at the back of his throat, and took a deep breath. when Law's gaze looked back up, he was pinching the bridge of his nose under his sunglasses. "Of course he'd fucking say that. Well. No wonder you wanted to stay the fuck away from me, eh? What with the supposed method killing the person who performs it."

"Yeah…" Law's voice was rough as he laughed, strained with the emotion in his chest. "...I mean, that little detail was how he managed to convince me for a while that you really were gonna throw me away. He— he really hammered that part home."

"I'll just bet he fucking did," Doffy growled. "If I'd known how things would end up I sure as hell wouldn't have let him see my research. I— okay, first of all, let's say this so-called 'immortality operation' actually existed and I knew for certain that it would work and for certain that the person who was going to do it was capable of performing it correctly. I'd have to trust the person who was performing it with my life. I'd have to trust them with my life, and that they were willing to throw their life away for mine. That's—"

His voice broke and he took a breath. He looked uncomfortable. Shaken, even. "Well, no wonder you thought I was someone who'd just throw someone away."

Law's eyes lingered on Doflamingo's sharp and shaken frown— the creases of his brow just over his sunglasses, the genuinely shaken upset that had taken over his features.

It all made sense— if it even was real, if the ability to grant someone eternal life through the sacrifice of an op-op user was real— he wasn't wrong about the need for perfect trust. Trust and a willingness to die.

Rosi had framed it like Doflamingo was planning on twisting Law's heart into a place where he'd be willing to die as Doffy used his life to make himself some kind of undying god of the underworld.

An undying manipulator wouldn't look as rattled as Doffy did now.

He reached out and grabbed Doflamingo's shoulders, bringing his face closer to him as he gave him a thin smile. "But I don't anymore. Rosi told me a lot of stuff…a lot of stuff I took to heart… but at the end of the day he was actually manipulating my heart the same way he claimed you were tryin' to."

He felt Doffy jolt under his touch, but he leaned into it as he met his gaze, face to face and close to each other again as Law's body leaned over him. He put his hand on Law's leg.

"I'm sure he'd hate to hear that," he grumbled roughly. "Wish I'd known he was manipulating me the whole time, but I couldn't see it over how glad I was to have my brother back. I'm sorry I let him near you and the other kids."

The image of the scrap heap coming up to meet him as he was thrown from a window, and the image of Baby 5 crying and bruised in the corner as he sat with her and promised that neither of them would leave the family no matter what…they came all too easily as Law dwelled on the past.

He squeezed his shoulders. "I wish too, Doffy. Thank you…it ain't your fault the way he treated us. If I could change the past, I would but I can't blame you for being happy to see your brother again…hoping that everything was gonna work out."

Law looked down. "I mean. I got convinced to go on a quest of literal fucking revenge because I couldn't see past the feeling that he somehow saved me from death."

He felt Doffy's other hand rest on top of his head. "Guess we both got fucking taken in by his act," he muttered. "Fucking marine. I'm looking forward to the day I don't think about him any more. If that day ever comes."

Law pressed the top of his head against Doffy's hand as he huffed softly.

"...maybe. It'll probably be the same day I don't think about him anymore, too." He glanced up at him. "Maybe that'll be part of my duty as Corazon, eh? Make sure that happens."

His hand slid down and cupped Law's face.

"A worthy duty for my Corazon." Doffy chuckled softly, deep in his chest, and some of his smile came back. "Sorry to get all dark when we were just talking about Cross Guild."

Law felt his face flushing despite himself, and he huffed. "S'alright. I won't say I'm innocent here either. But I think I get the gist of Cross Guild well enough."

"Good. It'll be important when we see Crocodile— at the concert presumably." His thumb lingered on Law's jaw, and he was overwhelmed with the subtle scent of the man again. "And despite what I said– if anything comes up, about Rosi or something he told you and you want to ask about it, do. I'm an open book to my executives."

Law's head tilted against the touch, and he felt himself flushing deeper. The sheer nostalgia of the scent hit him like a brick wrapped in Doffy's feather coat. "Y-yeah, of course Doffy. I promise. Any questions or thoughts I have, I'll share."

"Good," Doflamingo repeated. His touch lingered for a moment more, then he sat back with his hands in his lap. "Let's talk about the other job I have for you today. It's not going to bring up the mood, but we can have a drink when it's done."

Law told himself he didn't miss the lingering sensation, leaning back in his chair with his arm thrown over the back. "Alright, lay it on me. What can I do for ya?"

What could Law do for him? What a question.

The warmth of Law's cheek lingered on Doflamingo's fingers as he sat back. The urge to kiss him had been almost irresistible. He wondered if Law would have pulled away? But it wasn't the time to try something like that, even if he were going to. There was too much business. The memories were too thick.

And now they needed to deal with Sugar. With Monet.

"It's gonna depend on how exactly that power of yours works. Never saw it for myself, but Vergo said you can switch people's personalities around."

Law nodded slowly. "I can. I can displace what…for lack of a better word…we call the soul. Take it outta your body and switch it with someone elses. Why? Been wanting to walk a mile in Baby 5's shoes? Or Derringer's heels?"

He chuckled at the idea. "It does sound like a fun party trick but unfortunately I'm wondering if we can use it for something more serious. I had a… very odd conversation with Sugar earlier today."

Odd didn't begin to cut it but opening with 'either Monet's in Sugar's body or she cracked when you got her sister killed' just seemed too harsh for the moment.

"...an odd conversation with Sugar? That's…ominous, Doffy." Law leaned his hands on his knees again with a grimace. "I'm gonna admit, I had a pretty odd conversation with her earlier too."

"You did, huh? Guess that makes things easier." He watched the way Law sat, almost doubled over like that. He'd seen him sitting that way before, and he wondered if he'd picked it up from him, even. "Sugar thinks she's talking to Monet. And 'Monet' had a conversation with me."

Law hissed a sharp breath through his teeth.

"Son of a bitch." He reached up, one hand running back through his hair as he grimaced. "It would explain a few things, I guess. Sugar said some shit earlier that called back to Punk Hazard…and then started talkin' a lot like Monet for a second before she got it under control.

Doffy wove his fingers together as he leaned toward him. "Did she? And did she say anything that struck you like something Sugar wouldn't know?"

"She called me Luffy's special little nickname for me. The one he was yelling all over Punk Hazard and I KNOW nowhere near Sugar on Dressrosa."

"Traffy?" Doflamingo couldn't help but grin as he mimicked the silly nickname that Straw Hat had been yelling all over Dressrosa. It sounded a lot like his own nickname, didn't it? "Yeah I doubt Sugar heard it, though it is possible."

Law flushed, burying his head in his hands with a low groan.

"Goddamnit….yeah well.. Yeah. that one. I know she didn't, 'cause she was with Trebol basically the whole time, and I was with Luffy basically the whole time and I don't think they met."

He snickered. "Don't like 'Traffy'?" he teased. He couldn't help it, teasing Law was so easy. So natural. "It does sound a little much like 'Doffy' so maybe we should stick with 'Corazon'."

Law pressed his hands to his face.

"I like it , okay! But it's…guh.. Yeah. Let's stick with Corazon." He dropped back into the chair with a huff. He closed his eyes for a moment."You want me to feel around in there and see if I can confirm the presence of a second 'personality' or 'soul' inside her, right?"

"If you can do that with some degree of reliability it'd be fucking fantastic," he agreed. "Can you?"

Law nodded thoughtfully.

"I can, honestly yeah. Back on Punk Hazard I was able to swap a whole Marine platoon. Got Smoker stuck in that Tashigi girl's body for almost a day." He waved his hand. "It's one of the skills I had since before I even awakened."

"Very useful," Doffy purred. The possibilities played in his mind. "And a very fun party trick. But for the moment, useful. 'Monet'-- if it is Monet— wants to know for sure if she's there. I'd very much like to know too. And I assume that you…"

He trailed off.

Monet. The studious, intelligent, playful Monet. The woman he'd killed with his power in a twist of fate that turned his stomach.

Law's mind was reeling despite the calm he settled over his features.

Sugar, her sister, was claiming to hear her voice now…? She'd either gone mad, or she was haunted by a ghost. Law didn't know which one he'd feel worse about.

Of course, of course Monet wanted to know if she was real. If it was Monet, that would have been a surefire sign. She'd always been like that. When he'd operated on her, she'd teasingly asked him how much of the bird would wind up lingering with her in some kind of existential tangle.

He'd rolled his eyes, and told her she couldn't get any more birdbrained than she already was. It'd made her laugh— and he'd killed her for it.

He swallowed thickly as he finally answered. "Yeah. I'd like to know one way or the other."

Doflamingo nodded, and stood up almost immediately unfolding his long, lanky body. He extended his arm down to Law.

"Let's not fuck around then. No point leaving it in the air if we can figure it out."

Law grabbed his arm and hefted himself up with a huff of breath and a half smile. "Yeah…I mean, no sense in torturing ourselves with a fuckin' mystery we can solve right off, yeah?"

"Damn right." Doffy tugged him close. "Ten out of ten times, I'd rather torture somebody else than myself."

As they headed out of the cabin Law felt a little pressure around his wrist and found that it was wound with Doffy's threads like a bracelet– or a handcuff– linking him to Doflamingo. When he was younger, he remembered seeing him doing the same thing to his then-Corazon, and occasionally to the other executives.

It was a sign of affection, maybe, or some kind of reminder of their bond. He'd always been curious about it when he was a kid.

Now he was experiencing it for himself as he walked close beside him. "You and me bo– well, okay. Maybe I'm a little more willing to torture myself than you are, Doffy."

Doffy chuckled and tugged at the threads on Law's wrist. He grinned brightly, with a sly edge to it. "No fucking kidding. Try not to do that any more, please. If I want you tortured, I'll let you know."

Dammit, Dammit, Dammit to hell. He knew Doffy could see the brilliant flush that washed over him. Law wasn't… exactly a masochist. Or rather— any tendencies he did have, he certainly made sure nobody could possibly know.

He choked, almost falling against him as he sputtered out a sharp. "Yessir, you old fuckin bastard." He huffed softly, his fingers reaching out to brush against the strings. "Don't worry. My self-torture days are done. Probably."

"They'd better be, Corazon." Doffy's fingers tugged the strings again, pulling his wrist close enough to brush his fingers against Law's.

Law's fingers brushed back before rather quickly closing around his, his mind still spinning and face still red as they came to the cabin doors.

With his free hand, Doffy knocked on the cabin door they'd arrived in front of.

A very quiet '...come in…" came from inside.

Doflamingo pushed the door open, and then they were inside Sugar's toy filled room.

"It's just me, Sugar," Doffy said as he tugged him inside. "And Corazon."

Sugar was working on a doll, Law saw that it had been inset with piercing glass eyes and a pale green wig. She looked up and blinked at him with a huff of breath and the barest trace of a smile.

"Hello, young master. Corazon."

Before he'd left the family, Sugar had been, not exactly loud. She always had a kind of deadpan affect, and a sharp wit even as a child, but she'd seemed to have had the life sucked right out of her since Dressrosa.

Losing her sister had done a number on her.

"Hey Sugar. Nice doll."

There was no question who the doll was supposed to look like.

Doffy stuck to his promise not to torture them with hesitance. "Corazon has a way to check on that thing we wanted to verify. I assume you still want to do that."

Life came back to Sugar as her eyes widened. "Damn right I do, Doffy!" her eyes flicked to Law, "Hey Traffy. Ready to root around in our soul…s? Plural?"

Law raised his eyebrow at the sudden change of demeanor, before he nodded.

"Yeah, sure I am. I'm gonna ask you to get comfortable, alright?"

Doffy released his comfortable hold on Law's wrist regretfully as he stepped back to give him space to work. This was going to be his first time seeing what he could do without that power being turned on him. As Sugar made herself comfortable, he waved his hand.

"It's your scene, Corazon."

It was a thrill every time he got to call him that.

Law held his hands out with a low chuckle. "Let's set the stage then. Room."

There was a physical ripple in the air, and though they couldn't see it, it was obvious the space all around them was now under Corazon's control. Doffy shivered with fascination at the thought.

He took a deep breath and reached out. "This is going to be a little odd because I can usually just fling the spirit into another body, you know…. Swap it. But…"

Sugar held the doll to her chest with a slight frown. "Is it going to hurt?"

Doffy set his jaw. "If you need another body, I can call Baby 5," he suggested. He didn't think it would hurt, but obviously Law knew best on that topic.

"It's not going to hurt.For most people it mostly feels weird, I got to listen to Smoker and Tashigi gripe about it all through…" Law waved his hand idly "...that."

"Trust me," Sugar said dryly, "so did I. I'm not scared. Grab Baby 5 if you wanna, I can imagine you probably don't wanna put me in the young master, right?"

Doffy chuckled. "Maybe another time. I'll go get Baby 5, then. Don't start the party without me, alright?"

Baby 5 didn't expect her cleaning duties to be interrupted by the young master hauling her away to Sugar's room for an 'experiment', but that was what happened.

She'd been tidying alone, dressing the beds of her fellow officers and executives while Komurasaki had her stint on watch. It was quiet, not having the shadow she'd gotten used to over the last few days, but she made the best of it up until Doffy physically dragged her out of the room.

She didn't have any idea what this experiment was about but he DID say he needed her for it, and that always made her heart skip a beat!

"S-so uhm…what kind of experimenting are we gonna do today, young master?" she asked as she shuffled along after him.

Doffy chuckled thickly.

"Not the fun kind you're imagining," he teased, smirking at her. "Law– Corazon— is going to be swapping your and Sugar's bodies temporarily to test something."

Baby 5 blinked at him.

"Wait, I'm gonna have to be in Sugar's body??" She puffed out her cheek. "For how long? She's really cute and all but it's way too tiny for me, Young Master!"

Doffy laughed, and shook his head. "She can barely hold all of your enormous personality, I'm sure. I only need you to put up with it for a few minutes."

Baby 5 sighed, shaking her head as she put her cigarette to her lips again. Despite her protests, she couldn't help but wonder….

Was this something to do with how odd Sugar had been acting recently? Those moments when she seemed less like herself and more like her sister that had cropped up since Law started hanging around the crew again?

The idea of swapping bodies, and in the process solving a mystery about a very, very close crewmate, was actually kind of exciting.

Doffy pushed open the door to Sugar's cabin. "We're back."

Baby 5 leaned around Doflamingo with a grin. "Hey, hey. Room Service calling!"

Law had his arms outstretched, keeping his 'room' active no doubt as Sugar fidgeted on the bed.

"Hey Baby 5." Law flashed her a sharp smile. "Ready to get some new perspective?"

Law had never done something exactly like this before, but the premise was the same. First the room would be set up. The space where everything became his domain to move about as he pleased. Every object, every person, every spirit. They all lit up in his perception ready for him to operate on.

Doflamingo…the incredulous looking Baby 5… Sugar. They all watched as he reached out with his power into the 'heart' of Sugar. He saw her spirit, a flickering, bright thing waiting to be moved at his command.

He raised his fingers with a murmur, ready to make the swap when he stopped dead in his tracks. There was another 'heart' there. Another flickering presence of life in a metaphorical sea-green. It nestled next to Sugar's, hidden until he rooted deeper into her spirit.

"I see." he murmured, before he pointed at Sugar first, she shivered uncomfortably as he jabbed his hand towards her and quickly repeated the movement on Baby 5, stunning her with a sharp gasp.

Their 'souls' jumped from their bodies, suspended in the air for a moment under his power.

Doflamingo was watching the scene with a look of intense interest. Law couldn't help but be aware of his presence as he stood within the bubble of his power, despite that his attention was focused elsewhere.

Doffy leaned forward, staying back despite his obvious curiosity and anticipation for what would happen. He couldn't see the scene quite as Law saw it.

Law twisted his hand, and the souls leapt. A successful surgery, visible to everyone as Baby 5 jerked back, and Sugar's hand went to her chest.

Baby 5…or rather, the extra soul in Baby 5's body…blinked slowly before her hands pat down her body with a widening grin "Would you look at that!"

Meanwhile Sugar pressed her hand to her head. "...I'm still in my own bo–"

"GAHHH!!!!" She shrieked a moment later, jumping up and sending the doll clattering to the ground "What the fuck????" came Baby 5's tone in her voice.

"Am I looking at what I think I'm looking at, Corazon?" Doffy took a step forward, pushing up his crimson shades.

Law nodded slowly. It surprised even him.

Hell…he was fucking blown away by this. Two souls in one body, and when he moved one away, he was left with Sugar and Baby 5 sharing space— and what could only be Monet currently prancing around the room in Baby's body, grinning widely as she looked at her hands.

"You sure are, Doffy. Sugar's still in her body, now with Baby 5."

"Goddamn! This is weird as fuck!" Baby 5 pointed to herself with Sugar's finger, "Monet…is that you??"

"In your flesh, dollface," Monet grinned. "Hey guys. Feel free to ask me questions to prove I'm really me if you want."

Doffy yanked one of Sugar's little chairs close to him with his strings, and sat down in it, heavily, and awkwardly.

Law felt much the same. He needed to sit. Monet. He didn't need to verify shit. It was obvious as the nose on his face.

Monet acted the exact same way when he'd first spliced the bird wings and talons onto her body on Punk Hazard. He glanced at Doffy, sure that similar thoughts were going through his mind.

Somehow, despite death itself, Monet had come back to the Donquixotes. He could only imagine how he was feeling.

Coming back seemed to be a common theme these days.

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Like A Girl (Like A Man)

Shifty Powers x OFC

Chapter 9: An Inconvenience

Summary: Then the word reaches them: tonight.

A/N: A stormy day, but tumblr actually let me upload the moodboard, God bless 😌🙏🏼 I managed to make some progress in my term paper, so here's an update that I've been anticipating for a while. This chapter plus the next two have been giving me brain rot for months, so sharing them has me feeling like I can breathe a sigh of relief 🤭

Warnings: mentions of war and death

Taglist: @liebgotts-lovergirl @mrs-murder-daddy @latibvles @lieutenant-speirs

England, 1944

The verdict is in: those who hadn’t already thought Sobel to be an inept leader lose faith the second that he gets Winters transferred into Battalion Mess. Hopes had started to sway after Luz’s little prank with his Major Horton impression, but the court martial against their favorite officer sends them all over the edge – the kind of edge that they can’t come back from: a mutiny among the NCOs.

A mutiny they get extremely lucky with. Sobel gets shipped off to a jump school, Winters returns, and Lieutenant Meehan of Baker Company gets put in charge of Easy. Most importantly, Zenie doesn’t have to watch any of her friends get taken out back and shot for their bravery and audaciousness. Whatever or Whoever they all believe in must be working overtime.

Lieutenant Meehan is a good leader. Very fair. Shifty tells her that he thinks their company goes back to normal under his leadership. Zenie is inclined to agree.

As normal as they can get, anyway.

The longer they’re in Aldbourne the higher their tensions climb. Like a plane, inching higher, higher, higher into the sky until the green light comes on. Paratroopers drink like it’s the last drop of alcohol they’ll ever taste. Fights break out in the pubs. Girls are picked up. Hearts get broken. It’s all a blur of hurry up and wait while they wonder what’s coming.

The whole of Easy Company seems to breathe a sigh of relief when they get the orders to move out in late May. The night before they leave, a few of them who are quartered in the stable carve their names into its wood as a sort of farewell. After everyone else has fallen asleep, Zenie rolls over in her bunk, flips open her pocket knife, and carves hers up near the roof. Zena B McGlamery. The first time she’s written it in a while. Now no matter what happens to her, someone, one day, might look at this and know that she was here, just like all these men who surround her. She will have left her mark.

Uppottery is a different kind of blur – of orders and plans and preparations and studying. The mood shifts from restless to excited as the realization hits them that it’s finally happening. Luz gets plenty of practice with his Colonel Sink impression as he takes to quoting the man’s, “Three days and three nights of hard fightin’!” the way that people back home quote Bible verses when they have seemingly nothing else to say.

“Don’t seem like a problem,” Shifty says that night at dinner. He seems sincere enough, in that completely and honestly earnest way that he has of expressing himself. He shrugs. “I reckon a man can make it through just about anythin’ as long as it’s only three days.”

Popeye cracks a grin. “As long as we throw everythin’ we got at ‘em, those Krauts ain’t gonna last even one!”

His proclamation earns cheers and laughs of agreement. Somehow, Zenie finds that she laughs the loudest. If she and everybody else had that much gusto, then maybe the Virginian’s estimation will prove to be correct. All they have to do is make it from the plane to the ground, stir up some trouble to take German attention and resources away from the beaches, and stay alive. Simple. It’s the moment that they’ve spent years preparing for.

Then the word reaches them: tonight.

The airfield becomes a flurry of activity. Once again the tension climbs higher, higher, higher, with no sign of release in sight.

All around, men are streaking their faces with paint to darken them so that they won’t reflect in the moonlight. Some are staring watery-eyed at letters that they tuck close to their hearts before pulling their gear on. Prayers can be heard in between the sounds of laughter and barely controlled chaos. Joe Liebgott is giving people mohawks.

“Hey Tommy,” he calls out as she passes. He gestures towards the hair of the man sitting under his scissors. “You want one?”

For the second time since commencing this whole charade, she’s faced with the choice of cutting her hair. Sure, Liebgott has trimmed her hair for her throughout their time in the army, but this is more than a trim. Suddenly she’s a child again, sitting on the back porch watching Granny trim Matthew's hair and telling her, "But never yours, Zenie. That's where you keep your knowledge. That's where you keep your strength." Ironic, how cutting her hair to run away had taken the most strength and courage out of anything she had ever done in her life. But to cut it again?

She watches the paratroopers around her, all securing their equipment and darting around with adrenaline. She’s one of them, until the end. In for a penny, in for a pound.

Liebgott catches the change she flips him with ease as she takes a place in line. "Do your worst."

And she would let him do it, if it weren’t for Shifty nodding to her as he passes by.

She steps out of line and falls into step with him. “Where ya goin’?”

“Gotta sign my life insurance policy. You signed yours yet?” The question is much deeper than the one that he presents. The real one is written in the curious look he gives her: can a person committing fraud commit even more fraud without getting caught?

Zenie waves it off. “Nah. I figure if I die, they won’t be too keen on giving my family any money. Someone’ll probably send ‘em a letter of condemnation instead. If, you know . . .”

Shifty frowns and she immediately feels bad for joking about it. In her defense, she’s already accepted things as they are . . . For the most part, anyway. That little crease appears between Shifty’s eyebrows in a way that tells her that he’s puzzling through this.

“But your family should get the money somehow.”

Making sure Mama gets the money would be nice. But her father would probably get ahold of it somehow. Magician that he is, he would have no trouble making it disappear to God knows where. He would probably blow through it before Mama could even think about getting Zenie some sort of marker up in the Bird Town cemetery by Granny. If she doesn’t hate Zenie for what she’s done, anyway.

My family doesn’t know I’m in the Army, she had explained to Shifty once in a half-truth. She hadn’t been able to tell him why at the time, but the fib must make sense to him now.

“Zena,” he says her name – her real name – quietly so that no one around them will hear it. Her heart beats so uncontrollably at the sound of it that she’s sure it’ll bring everyone’s attention to them, but no one seems to notice. “If somethin’ happens to you –“

McClung brushes past them, cutting him off. “Hurry up, slow pokes! We’re gonna be late to the feast!”

For this night only, they’re treated like kings. Steaks, potatoes, milk. Even ice cream for dessert! They all make the most of it, vaguely aware that this might be their last meal, although everyone has the decency not to point this out.

Toye snickers as he digs his spoon into his ice cream. “As long as they don’t make us run Currahee after this.”

Running Currahee. Sobel. The spaghetti. It all seems like so long ago. All that time to prepare her for being here, today, for this jump.

There is no running Currahee after their last supper. Instead the tension that’s been steadily building all day deflates like a popped balloon when it’s announced that the jump is cancelled.

Despite the cocktail of excitement, resignation, and adrenaline pumping through her veins, Zenie breathes a sigh of relief as she sheds her gear and heads off to watch a movie with the others. So much for tonight being the night of nights.

She’s just about to step into the tent with the movie screen when someone shouts for her.

“Tommy!” Sergeant Lipton’s light hair weaves through the crowd as he pushes his way toward her. He’s a kind man, and always looks at each in their company with solemn eyes that seem to take in everything. Absolutely inscrutable himself, though. Now that he’s trying to catch up with her, Zenie wishes more than ever that she could figure out what’s going on in his head.

She offers him a salute that he waves off.

Okay, so she’s not in trouble then.

“Been looking everywhere for you.” He brandishes an envelope and holds it out to her. “Got stuck in between some of my mail. And we all need some words of encouragement from home before we go.”

Bobby’s usually neat slant adorns the outside of the envelope in letters that are darker and spaced closer together than usual. The envelope feels thicker than the other ones that he’s sent her in the past. It’s rushed, just restraining itself from frantic, the way that he used to write on his homework in between serving tables at the diner.

She nods her thanks, expecting the end of it.

“Tommy?”

“Yes?”

Lipton eyes the letter in her hand. “You didn’t fill out the life insurance policy.”

There’s no question mark at the end of his words – it’s a statement of fact. How does he know? Then again, how does he know any of the things he always seems to have knowledge of?

“No, Sir.”

“There’s no one back home that you want that money to go to?”

She wants the money to go to her mother. But there’s no way of sending it to her without giving herself away. After all, Tommy Driver’s father’s name appears on every form she’s filled out up until now. Asking a Lily McGlamery to receive money in the event of her death might raise some eyebrows.

“There’s no one that I can send the money to.” Before he can gain the upper hand by asking something she might not be able to answer, she tries to explain it away with a conclusion she’s reached on sleepless nights of waiting. “If I die, it won’t be an inconvenience to anyone. They won’t need money to fill my space.”

A frown tugs at Lipton’s mouth. His eyes dart back to the letter in her hands. “I’m not entirely sure that’s true. I think that someone would miss you.” When she doesn’t respond, he turns to go. “Maybe just reconsider it, Driver. After all, the money doesn’t have to go to a direct family member.”

He leaves her by herself to consider it. A direct family member. She could leave it to Bobby, maybe. He could make sure that the money goes to her mother.

Quiet – the first quiet that she’s experienced since coming to Uppottery – settles over her little solitude as the movie inside the tent starts up. She stands, alone, outside of it, a slight breeze whipping at her hair as she watches Lipton retreat. Silence has never been her friend. It’s always allowed her too much time to get inside her head. Especially back home, in her room – a reminder of siblings that have gone, family that have passed, and friends that did not exist.

Before it can consume her, she tears open Bobby’s letter. She’s watched everyone else get letters from loved ones. Watched as the men soaked up their words and carried them like a badge that will fortify them through the big jump. Hell, Tab even got sent a gun by the cops in his town as a gift. Part of her, she can admit now, was jealous in knowing that she wouldn’t have that.

Well, now she does. Good old Bobby.

Multiple pages slide out of the envelope. But it doesn’t seem like Bobby has all that much to say. Because the top page is a short note written in his rushed, anxious handwriting:

Dear Tommy, it begins. Please don’t be mad. I swear I didn’t tell anyone.

#Zenie's mom name reveal hehe #the fact that everyone in her family gets a name EXCEPT her father is so important to me actually #also the urge to write a chapter from Zenie's mom's pov is so strong 🤌🏼👀#band of brothers #band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers x oc #shifty powers x original female character #shifty powers #shifty powers x ofc #band of brothers imagine #oc zenie mcglamery #like a girl (like a man)#my writing

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sticktopia · 11 months ago

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Welcome to the Garden (Sanctuary AU)

The Garden. A pocket dimension that sits on the line between life and death. This little world is designed to house and heal broken souls. Those who have died under tragic circumstances, or have many regrets are called to this realm. Once they let go of their trauma and regrets, the soul can pass on to its next life. That is the role of The Garden.

Ajax (Chapter 11)

Dinner was awkward that night. According to Five, dinnertime would always be loud and lively. But it was so much more quiet and mellow. It felt like eerie whispers and staring eyes. Ajax looked around the table. Five sat to his right, speaking to Aqua. Orchid and Bel were nowhere to be seen and all the children sat on the other side of the table. As Ajax ate, he began to feel self conscious. Halfway through the meal, Ajax lost his appetite. He sighed and put his utensils down.

“Jax? Are you ok?” The red hollow head glanced up to see Five looking at him with concern. Ajax forced a smile and placed a hand on Five’s shoulder.

“Im Fine. Just, not really hungry… You want it?” Ajax asked, pushing the plate forward. Five smiled and took the plate.

“Gladly!” Five said as they began to eat Ajax’s food. The red hollow head chuckled and stood.

“Excuse me.” Ajax said as he walked away. Ajax exited the house, wanting some fresh air. Ajax stepped outside and walked down the path to the courtyard. Once there, Ajax stood by the fountain in the middle of the courtyard. He sighed as he looked up at the stars. A sad smile was suddenly placed onto his face. The stars felt so comforting to him. But he also felt lonely, like something was missing.

Ajax turned his head to his left. He opened his mouth, like he was going to say something to someone. But upon seeing nobody there, Ajax closed his mouth. He looked back up at the stars, wondering if whoever he was missing was looking at the stars with him.

“I'm sorry that I’m not there with you now….” Ajax said to no one in particular. A feeling of longing suddenly washed over Ajax. Tears were brought to his eyes as he tried to remember who this blank face was. Ajax fell to his knees and leaned against the fountain. Ajax wept as his chest ached.

“Who are you?! Where are you?!” Ajax cried out to the moon. Whoever this person was, Ajax began to feel lonely without them. He curled up on the floor against the fountain. Tears flowed freely from his eyes as he clutched his chest.

“I'm sorry… I'm sorry… I'm sorry…” Ajax continued to weep those words. This intense sadness, there was no way it was sadness alone. It felt like there was more to it. Guilt? Agony? Regret? Ajax may never know. There was suddenly a hand on his shoulder. Ajax gasped and looked up to see Razz kneeling next to him.

“You alright?” They asked softly. Ajax tore his eyes away from Razz’s. He pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them.

“I feel like I'm missing someone important to me… Like I did something bad to them…” The hollow head said softly. Razz sat next to ajax and rubbed his back.

“They must be important if it has you like this.” Razz softly said. “What do you remember about that person?”

“I… I remember the way they loved the stars.” Ajax said as they looked at the stars. “I think that’s why I came out here when I felt so overwhelmed.”

“Do you feel more comfortable out here?”

“.... A bit. It feels more familiar out here.”

“Mmm…. Do you want to stay out here a little longer?”

“Is it possible for me to stay out here forever?” Razz and Ajax chuckled amongst themselves.

“Unfortunately not. Everyone needs to be inside by 10.” Razz said as she placed a hand on Ajax’s shoulder. Ajax chuckled a bit, wiping away his tears. Raz giggled and stood.

“Come on man. Let’s go back inside.” Razz said with her hand extended to the hollowhead. Ajax took Razz’s hand and they housed him up.

“If you ever need to come back out, just tell me. And I can bring you out here.” Razz said.

“What about the time thing you just said?” Ajax asked with an arched brow. Razz chuckled and looked away from Ajax.

“Well, what Dandi doesn’t know won't kill her.” Razz snorted. Ajax started laughing loudly.

“You're serious?!”

“Why not? Dandi isn't in the garden all the time. So she’ll never know that we were out here past 10.” Razz said as she elbowed Ajax. Ajax snorted.

“Maybe you’ll be a bad influence on me.”

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Ajax lay in his bed silently. His head was full of scrambled thoughts and broken memories. He started at the ceiling before turning his head towards the window. The moon was just barely peeking into his room. Ajax reached out to the light of the moon.

“You look so beautiful standing in the light of freedom. Let us enjoy this moment from here on out. Together, nothing could stop us.” Ajax suddenly said. He may never know why he said that then, but as he did, he could have sworn he saw another stick figure’s silhouette standing in the soft moonlight. Ajax wanted to look up and see their face, to remember who this moonlight beauty was. But his eyes began to grow heavy.

“Who are you? Why do you mean so much to me…?” That was the last thing Ajax said before he drifted off to sleep.

“You’ll find me soon.”

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Ajax was walking through a meadow under the night sky. He smiled to himself as he came to a familiar spot. Ajax saw a familiar stick casually laying in the grass, arms under their head and legs crossed. Ajax smiled as he sat next to the familiar stranger.

“You're out here again. Is something wrong?” Ajax asked as he got comfortable. The stranger turned their head and looked up at Ajax. They let out a light scoff.

“Nah. Nothing’s really wrong. But I do enjoy being out here.” They said as they sat up. Ajax watched as the stick continued to look up at the starry sky. Ajax then did the same.

“So then why are you out here?” Ajax asked, never looking away from the stars. The faceless stick was silent for a minute. They took a breath and began to speak.

“Sometimes I need to make sure that this isn't a dream. That I’m not trapped in that creator forsaken computer, being used as an ad blocker. That you really exist, and aren't a figment of my imagination.” The mysterious stick muttered.

“You think I'm a figment of your imagination?” Ajax asked, feigning offense. The faceless stick laughed, punching Ajax in the arm.

“Shut up!” They laughed. Ajax started laughing as well.

“You dork!” The faceless stick laughed, leaning on Ajax. Ajax chuckled and leaned his head on theirs.

“If this were a dream, it’d all be pretty tragic.” Ajax said as he looked down at his faceless companion.

“I’d be sad if it was. You're the only friend I've ever had. If you disappeared, I don't know what I would do.” They said as they tensed up. Ajax hummed as they thought about ways to cheer his friend up. Ajax suddenly stood up.

“What are you doing?” They chuckled as Ajax stood before them. Ajax suddenly bowed, holding a hand out to the faceless stick.

“May I have this dance?” Ajax suddenly asked. The faceless stick blushed.

“D-dance?”

“Yeah. Come on.” Ajax suddenly grabbed the stick’s hand and pulled them up.

“Whoa! Hey!” Ajax held the stick close to them. One hand in theirs, and the other around their waist. The faceless stick blushed.

“What are you doing?!” They flusteredly asked.

“Dancing.” Ajax said as they started to waltz. The faceless stranger clumsily followed Ajax’s moves. Once they got the hang of things, both Ajax and the stranger started dancing across the meadow. They were laughing and having fun, just being themselves, free from any kind of negativity they had weighing them down. They danced to the song of night time nature. This blissful moment was all they were focused on. It’s all that they wanted. Freedom, happiness, togetherness.

Ajax and the faceless stick stood in each other’s arms in the moonlight. They stood together, staring into each other’s eyes. Ajax didn't know what came over him, but he felt himself getting closer and closer to the stranger. The stranger whispered something that Ajax couldn't hear.

“What was that?” Ajax asked, never breaking eye contact with the faceless stick. Their lips moved once more. But Ajax heard no voice. He was about to say something himself when the stick in his arms suddenly blew away, like dust in the wind.

“Wh-what?! No! Wait!!” Ajax tried to hold the remains of the stick in his hands. But every last bit slipped through his fingers.

“Wait!! Come back! Please!!” Ajax cried as he tried running after the dust. Suddenly, his foot got caught in something, causing the hollow head to fall.

“No! Come back! I still need you!! WAIT!!!”

Ajax gasped, shooting up into a sitting position. He panted as he looked around the room. What was that? A dream? A memory? Who was that person? What were they about to do? What did they say? What was he about to say? So many questions ran through his head. The door suddenly opened, causing Ajax to jump.

“Whoa, are you ok?” Razz said as they walked into the room. Ajax released a breath and relaxed his body.

“S-sorry. I just… had a weird dream….” Ajax muttered. Razz stepped into the room and sat on the hollow head’s bed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Razz asked. Ajax stared at her. He eventually pulled his gaze from Razz to his lap.

“Not yet…” Was all he could say. Razz nodded and stood.

“Well, breakfast will be done soon. So you need to wash up Alright?” Ajax simply nodded. After a bit of hesitation, Razz left the room. Ajax could hear her footsteps growing fainter and fainter. He sighed and flopped back down on his bed. His mind went back to the strange event in his dream.

“What was that strange feeling I just had?”

#sanctuary au #ava #avm #alan becker #fanfic #Sticktopia’s stories

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kinomicidiuz · 2 years ago

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I alredy told you about the love story between this two and of course now you think they have a happy ever after they never fight they never have bad days well now i will tell you a story where they have a huge fight.

Nightmare comes home all angry he had a really rough day and just want to sleep but of course Grillby decided to have a romantic lunch with him he prepared a nice dinner with all the things Nightmare loves he puts candles on the table and buys roses for his prince. When nightmare opens the door there is Grillby standing in front of him with a giant bouquet in his hands the older one looks at him coldly "i just want to sleep" Grillby puts the flowers aside understanding his husbands needs but still a bit sad because they dont often do things like this for each other "its okay love,we can do this later" the prince watches as he begins to clean the table with a sad look and this was the moment he snapped he didnt know why maybe because hes tired maybe because he hates to see his husband sad,he slammed his hand on the table screaming "i cant to this anymore" the smaller one looks at him surprised "you always play the victim,every time i dont do what you want you start to fucking cry! Im so tired of this so tired of this life so tired of _you_" he watch as the man in front of him starts to tear up looking down at the floor "i wish i never met you,maybe i couldve married killer" saying so nightmare goes upstairs leaving his husband on the floor sobbing and trembling with a broken heart. They spent the rest of the day in silence but the older is starting to feel bad he didnt know why he sayd all that he truly loves his husband meeting him was the best thing that happened to him and marring someone else wouldnt bring him the feelings he has married to grillby he loves his husband with all his heart and would never harm him he promised himself to always protect him no matter what instead he scared him made him cry he felt ashamed, loving his husband he approced him and wrapped his arms around his wrist Grillby flinced at his touch relaxing at the feeling of kissed on his neck the older moves his hands caressing his chest continuing to suck gently on his neck earning sweet moans from the man below he picked up the moaning boy walking to theyr bedroom closing the door and placing him gently on the bed looking in his eyes for consent Grillby just looked at him blushing "just be gentle" Nightmare took his hands kissing them "i swear on my head my beloved i will not demage any part of your skin" he started sto strip him kissing every centimeter of his skin with growing desire. Soon the fire boy is laying naked under him a masterpiece for the older one who passed his hands on his body caressing his chest while turning his skin purple, moans filled the air pleasure filled his body and love filled his heart, Nightmare stops to look at his husband with love in his eyes placing sweet kisses on his cheek while caressing the other feeling the warmth looking in his eyes " god youre so beautiful how could i be more lucky?" The words making Grillby deeply blush "i love you so much" kissed the smaller boy who kisses back tearing up "dont cry my love please every tear on your face is a scar on my heart" that night he made love to the younger, once again moans filled the air but he never hurt him once,the prince showered him with kisses and loved him like he never did watchs as the smaller moans squeezing the sheets with broken voice begs his husband "more,please dont stop" the words make Nightmare even more lustful "your wish is my command" he hit all the good spots making him cry and tremble from pleasure the prince hugs his husband and together reach theyr climax. Now he is cuddling him giving him sweet kisses and whispers sweet nothings "you are the eighth wonder of the world" he kisses him "i love you so much,so precious so beautiful" and so he kisses his again "im glad to be your husband i never ment to hurt you i was just tired im so sorry my beloved" he felt hands cup his face and kiss his sweetly like honey "i know dont worry i know you would never lets just love each other now" its normal to argue its normal to make mistakes the important is to never let that break love never let that separate you,never.

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grillby-fire-lighter · 2 years ago

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IT MADE ME POST THIS

#grillby #undertale #papyrus #roleplay #fantasy rp #nightmare sans #supernatural rp #dreamtale #sans

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montanababe7 · 6 months ago

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I wrote ✍🏼 this sometime ago. I pray 🙏🏼 this helps someone out there💖:

Inner healing ❤️‍🩹 isn’t always pretty. Honestly. Some. Times. It’s down right messy. Closing different doors and old seasons. It’s like Alice in wonderland through the looking glass. Yes. I read a lot. Any who. I’m not who I once was. The high school girl. Or the gal at go ministries international or even at the moments in between. I’m now a stay at home mother of three beautiful unique precious little girls.

My point is. There has been so much inner healing ❤️‍🩹 taking place. I’ve been asking Jesus to restore my heart. to heal even the moments that I truly have blocked out in my mind. I’m done putting those emotional masks and walls up.

I’ve been so torn in the middle of the memories of where I was 20 some

Years ago and the version of me today.

Honestly. Some days. I feel like I’m wondering who I am supposed to be. Other moments. I don’t have a care in the world.

My point is, I can’t help but feel and sense that this next season and chapter of my life-requires complete focus on holding Jesus hand. Not looking to the right or to the left. Wondering if I’m doing everything correctly. If I’ve truly measured

Up. If the 4-5 washes of laundry makes my worth or the dishes done. Or is it simply found in loving my family. Seeing mike and I’s, children growing up before our eyes. But, it’s also found in simply sitting at Jesus feet. Listening to his gentle and still

Small voice in the quiet. not ever having to wonder if I’m good enough or if I have done all I can do. If my looks are perfect for my man. If I’m beautiful enough. To stop the memories of

Yesteryear that at times play in my head. The things kids said many years back not choose my value. Some days. I look in the mirror and I remember what was spoken when I was 8-10

Years old and I cry hoping and 🙏🏼 praying my husband finds me

Beautiful. The quote sticks and stones. Some words it’s

Hard to forget. Especially when kids or even leaders told me: “Jessica. In a lot of ways-you’re alot like a f a t or uh ly person. You’re so socially awk ward that zero guy would ever want you.” Or the one that I’ve begged Jesus to help me forget- “Jessica, your face is u g li er than a mule’s b u t t.” Again. Yes. THese wr just words. Hello? I look in the mirror and I see a perfect hour glass figure and yet, I remember those words.

I pray Mike and I’s, girls never experience the crue lty of painful words.

I pray others always build them up and never tear them down. I pray they never have to built almost an armadillo outer shell 🐚. I pray 🙏🏼 they never experience the need to go zero contact with family. These things make my heart feel older than 37. I pray. They always feel loved 🥰, cherished, and safe.

I have a tendency to pu sh people I care about away. I block some people literally when I’m hurt.

Yes. I am being real. This evening has been like Holy Spirit Healinh. Even in writing ✍🏼 this. I feel honestly like I’ve been gut t ed. because this is me telling the true Jessica. The Jessica that cleans or tries to close her mind & hear t off to not feeling anything. It’s like. If the house is spotless, I helped the girls clean their room, give my oldest daughter makeover, paint 🎨 her nails 💅, make sure the younger two girls happy also, I can feel like I’m doing everything right and those closest to me will be proud of. It also happens in the form of writing ✍🏼 down recipes. Somehow. Even that will heal the broken parts of me. If I can prepare the most perfect Betty Crocker recipes-you know that absolutely best dinners, meals, and desserts; that I’d have finally achieved it all.

Later on, I’ve prayed for. Poured my heart into others. Deep down. I know that I’m still hurting. It’s like. God I’ve done all you have asked of me. Why do I feel like I’m not measuring up. It’s in those moments that Jesus holds me close. Jesus speaks to my heart. I write ✍🏼. I cry 😭 and I pray 🙏🏼. I feel

Better.

This writing even now is 100 cathartic. You see. I’m

Like a ball of 🧶. I keep my heart deeply woven. Writing helps. This is how Jesus ministers to me a lot. It helps me heal and grow. I know this message wasn’t just for me.

I pray this raw and heartfelt message aka truth. Helped someone. 🙂

Thanks for reading 📖 and listening 🎧.

Jessica

Jessica Wolf

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unclesteffie · 3 years ago

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Put Him First

summary: Stefan shows his appreciation to reader when she fights for him.

pairing: fem!human!reader x stefan salvatore

warnings: 18+/nsfw, angst (platonic), fluff, unprotected sex, oral (fem. receiving)

an: this is my first fic for TVD ever so please be nice my friends. everyone thank @laurensprentiss for this and also @ssahotchie for betaing even tho she’s a hotch whore. it’s an au of sorts where Elena didn’t get put to sleep but they’re still at odds with Lily and the heretics.

word count: 2.1k

The scene in front of you wasn’t a surprise, in fact you’d be more surprised if you and Stefan could have one night of peace. He and Elena, his ex, are arguing. Again. It truthfully doesn’t bother you that Stefan’s so close to her. You know that the two of you are creating your own fate, that your love is real and not some universal dichotomy made up by an ancient spell. What does bother you is how she and Damon push him.

The two of you had just gotten in from dinner, running into Elena who was on her way out. She questions him, and wonders why he hasn’t been answering his phone. All you can do is stand there observing the two of them with crossed arms. Stefan’s agitated, you can tell by the way his shoulder tense under his blue button down, his jaw strained.

“Stefan, he’s your brother.”

“I know he is Elena, but I made a promise to (Y/N) tonight, one that I’ve broken for you and him too many times.”

“Are you really going to turn your back on him?”

“If Damon wants to go into a suicide mission with our mother that’s his choice. I’m done co-signing his bullshit.” Stefan gives her an apologetic look, and walks away, brushing right past you.

“Stefan-“ She starts to follow after him but you take a side step, blocking her path.

“No, Elena, let him go.” You raise your hand, your eyes burning into hers.

Realistically, you know that at least part of you should be afraid of her. She would never do anything to hurt you but she always could. But when you look at her, all you can think about is Stefan and how he deserves more than this.

She pushes her hair out of her face with an eye roll. “Are you really going to let him abandon his brother? Damon needs backup.”

“He’s making a choice for himself. It’s his choice. Not mine.”

“So you don’t agree with him?”

“Actually, I do. What Damon’s doing is stupid and reckless, not that that’s a surprise. We just got peace with your mother and her psycho heretics and he wants to disrupt it?”

“How long is that peace going to last? We just pretend everything’s fine until one of them gets bored and kills one of us? You know they’ll do it, we all do. And you should be the most afraid, you’re human.” Her tone is condescending, one you don’t appreciate but you keep your cool, not wanting this to blow up.

“I don’t know how long it’ll last but we sure as hell don’t need to be the ones to break it.”

“He’s just not acting like himself. The Stefan I knew-“

“The Stefan you knew was in love with you. He would’ve done anything for you. But he’s not anymore, Elena, and you can’t expect him to come at your beck and call.”

“Is that what you think of me? That I expect him to drop everything and come running?”

“Isn’t that what you’re asking him to do?”

She stares at you for a moment, eyebrows furrowed, mouth open as she thinks about your question. You can almost see the understanding materialize in her eyes.

“Now that we’re on the same page, I hope Damon changes his mind. Or at least that the two of you will be safe. I’m gonna go check on him.” You start to walk away when she calls your name softly.

You internally curse, turning around with a bright look on your face. “Yeah?”

“He’s lucky to have someone that fights for him.”

“Somebody in this town has to put him first.” You don’t mean it to be a snide remark but it kind of comes out that way.

When you make it upstairs you lean against the doorframe, watching him pour himself a glass of bourbon. He’s changed out of his button down and jeans, looking irresistible in a white tank top and grey sweatpants.

“Staring is creepy.” He teases in his deep, rich voice.

“Not when you’re mine.” You walk over to him, perching yourself on his desk.

He takes a sip of the amber liquid, eyes not leaving yours. He runs his tongue over his bottom lip as you remove the glass from his hand, draining it of its contents. The burn is welcomed, and you can’t decide if it’s his gaze or the alcohol that makes you feel this hot.

“What?”

He comes to stand between your legs, wrapping his hands around your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the desk. “Somebody’s protective.”

You try to keep your composure and show he isn’t affecting you but you know that it’s pointless. He can hear how your heart rate increases, notices the catch of your breath and the heat in your skin. You try anyway.

“I know you have your ex-lover best friend thing going on, and I’m pretty okay with it but I draw the line at her guilting you.”

He presses his lips together, thinking, before opening them again but you speak before he can.

“I know she didn’t see it that way and the last thing she wants to do is manipulate you but she has to realize that you have a life outside of them.”

“And I’m very grateful for that life. Can I show you?”

“Does it involve us and your gorgeous bed?”

He pretends to think about it for a moment. “It does.”

“Then by all means, I’d love for you to show me.”

The perk about your boyfriend being able to move at the speed of light is that you’re on the bed and both naked in just a couple minutes.

He holds your thighs wide open, the coldness of his ring pressing against your warmed skin. His hold is firm enough to let you not to move, and you surrender to him knowing that he can always make you feel good. The first swipe of his tongue is soft and delicate, almost teasing and you bite your lip holding in the groan.

“I can hear you holding it in. Let me hear you. Please.” He licks a firm line up your slit and you can’t help it, moaning loudly. “That’s it.”

His tongue is precise on your clit, and you look down at him to see his eyes screwed shut, eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Your constant moans spur him on, and though he’s holding you in place, you start to move your hips ever so slightly, grinding against him at the pace of his tongue. He knows what that means, and you see him smile against you, eyes still shut as he sucks harder.

“Yes, please, just like that.”

“Like that, or like this?” One of his hands leaves your thigh and he presses a finger into you.

“Like that, like that.” You mewl, rolling your hips harder now that he’s let you go.

He doesn’t stop, his mouth suctioned over your clit, his finger pumping into you relentlessly and you feel your orgasm coming, building steadily within you. When he adds another finger, it’s game over and you fall, spiraling into an orgasm so intense that your vision blurs. He withdraws his fingers and looks up at you, watching as you steady your breathing and shiver from the aftershocks.

You huff and glance down at him between your legs, “Fuck, baby. Mmm, what’s gotten into you tonight?”

“You just,” He leans in to gently lap at you, cleaning you up your juices, “defended my honor. Against my vampire ex-girlfriend no less.”

He kisses up your body, and when he’s nestled perfectly between your legs, his lips hover over yours. “You put me first when I don’t know how to. You’ve been there in ways for me that I haven’t had in a long time.”

“Because I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kisses you and sheaths himself inside of you at the same time, causing you to moan into his mouth.

The words cease as the two of you get caught up in each other. The kisses are deep and heated, tasting of each other and bourbon. Your hands are all over him, smoothing over his chest and back. You can’t get enough of him. He kisses your jaw and then down your throat, careful not to knick you though you can’t say you haven’t thought about what it would be like to go there.

It’s almost like he hears your thoughts, like he can feel you thinking about something so dark and wants to distract you, and himself, because what happens next happens so quickly.

One moment you’re on your back, the next you’re perched in his lap and it makes you laugh, breathless. The laugh transitions into a whimper when he thrusts up into you, resting his forehead against yours.

“Oh, god, yeah.” You breathe.

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm.”

His lips brush across yours before pulling up into a smirk. He nods with you, his eyes roaming your face wanting to take in the sight of you like this, face twisted in bliss. “You’re so beautiful, do you know that?”

He’s so deep and he’s hitting that spot inside you just right; you know you won’t last much longer. All you can do is stare back at him, mouth ajar as the words continue to pour out of him, sweet and sinful.

“You’re caring and strong. Considerate. Everything I’ve ever needed.”

“If you keep talking like that I’m gonna,”

“Cum? If I keep telling you how perfect you are, how good you feel. How much I love you, you’ll cum for me? Good, do it.”

“Stefan,” You gasp, tightening your hold on him so your fingers dig into the flesh of his shoulder and knot in his hair.

“Do you know how hot you sounded when you were defending me?”

You groan again, shaking your head as your hips work against his desperately.

“I don’t deserve you.”

“You do, Stefan, you deserve to be happy. With me specifically though.”

“I wouldn’t want it with anybody else.” He murmurs before kissing you, and leans you back into the bed, gliding in and out of you effortlessly.

“Oh, fuck, please, I love you.”

“You too, honey, I love you too.” His hand comes up to caress your face, and when his thumb trails your lips you take it into your mouth and suck hard.

He groans, deep and visceral in his chest at the sight of you with his finger in your mouth. His grip on the end of the bed is tight, so tight you’re sure he’ll break it and that, the thought of him being so turned on by you that he breaks his own bed is what sends you into your second orgasm.

It’s pure white bliss flowing through your entire body as you tighten around him. Your undoing pushes him over the edge, his hand flying out of your mouth and joining his other, grabbing the bed so tightly that you hear the wood splinter. He bends down to kiss you, sloppy and messy, his tongue vibrating against yours as he moans again.

When you both come down, he breaks the kiss, falls into bed next to you, his chest heaving. “That was…”

“Mind blowing? Supernatural? Mmm, I’ve got it. Magical?” You raise your eyebrows at him.

He gives you a look of admonishment but leans in to plant a chaste kiss on your lips, pulling you into his arms.

“How about we take a shower and then we can call Damon, see if he’s come to his senses or needs a distraction?”

“Damon always needs a distraction. You’re sure you want to do that? He probably wants to rip your head off for how you spoke to Elena.”

“I’m not scared of him, Stefan. He’s ruled by his emotions like anyone else, and he’s doing this song and dance with your mother because he’s hurt. Not because he’s vindictive.”

An expression of faux shock paints his face. “Is that…my girlfriend speaking positively about my brother?”

“Don’t get used to it. Come on, let’s go before he kills someone.”

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blooming-violets · 3 years ago

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Can i request an angst peter fiction/mood board

Maybe where like he dates y/n after Gwen's death and the reader doesn't know about her, and when Peter takes her to meet aunt May for the first time she brings up Gwen so the reader asks who she is but Peter refuses to answer so aunt May goes to tell her but Peter pulls y/n out the door before aunt May could say anything. But since Peter won't tell her anything (he hasn't told y/n he's spiderman) about Gwen or what he does when he disappears randomly, so the reader thinks Peter isn't over Gwen and he's just using her as a rebound, but she's really shy and quiet so she's to scared to confront him.

This is all I could think of at the moment, if you want to do this you can choose what happens (also omg I'm so sorry I didn't mean for it to get this long-)

We All Have A Face

Song: The Stranger by Billy Joel

"It's so wonderful to see Peter smile again. I wasn't sure if he'd ever find love after Gwen. I was so worried he had closed that chapter of his life forever."

May smiled at you from over her kitchen counter. You were helping her put away the dishes from the dinner you had shared while Peter tried to fix her broken computer. It was your first time meeting his family and you desperately wanted to make a good impression.

"Oh?" You raised a curious eyebrow at her. "Who's Gwen? I don't think Pete has mentioned her before."

May looked genuinely surprised to learn that bit of information. She frowned as if it was absurd that you could be dating her nephew and not know who Gwen was. Anxiety swirled in your stomach at her response. You felt like you were being left out of an important conversation and kept hidden in the dark.

"Well...she was..." May faltered. "Maybe Peter should be the one to tell you?"

As if on cue, Peter poked his head into the kitchen with a smile. "I fixed your computer. It should be working just fine now. What are you guys talking about in here?" His smile faded as he observed the awkward air that had settled in the kitchen. "What's the matter?"

May swallow and put on a smile. Despite having just met the woman, you could see right through it. You could tell it was forced. "I was mentioned that it was nice to see you smile again. After Gwen..." She held a look of uncomfortable guilt on her face like she knew she had messed up by speaking that name.

Peter's jaw tightened. His eyes narrowed and his shoulder tensed. You glanced between the two of them feeling like you wanted to run from whatever was silently being said between them.

"It was nice seeing you again, Aunt May. We have to get to going. Thanks for dinner." His words were tense and filled with anger. Peter grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you towards the door.

"Oh, Peter. Come on. You don't have to do this," she chastised him.

His grip was a little too tight around your arm and you squirmed out of his grasp to grab your coat. You shot an apologetic smile back at May before being tugged out the door.

The evening sun was beginning to set. There was a chill in the air that floated by on a light Spring breeze. Peter's back was hunched over as he walked a few feet ahead of you. He was purposefully ignoring you. You could feel your gait crawling to a stand still behind him. The anxiety in your stomach was getting worse. You felt like you had unintentionally done something wrong like this was somehow all your fault.

Peter had made it a few yards away before he realized you weren't following anymore. He stopped and turned back, raising his arms to silently ask what you were doing.

You chewed on your bottom lip, "Who's Gwen?" Your voice came out small and weak. Forever afraid of your own shadow. Never one to take a stand or fight back.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he remarked with a huff.

You gave an annoyed laugh, "Right."

It was becoming very clear who Gwen was. Between the conversation with May and the way he was reacting right now, she was an old girlfriend. You weren't sure how long ago they had dated but he had obviously loved her. From the looks of things, he might even still love her. You had no problem with ex-relationships. Everyone had baggage and lives before you met them. That wasn't the issue. What you did have a problem with was potentially being a rebound. If you were just someone Peter wanted to help get over his ex, that wasn't something you were comfortable with. The fact that he was refusing to even speak about her was a red flag. You loved Peter. You didn't want to be second best in his life.

"Can we please go?" He asked with a tone of annoyance.

You forced a smile and shook your head, "I actually think I can make it home on my own. I'll see you later." You pushed pass him and hurried towards the subway station. He tried to grab your hand as you brushed by but you shook him off.

"Wait!"

You could hear him calling after you but ignored him, running down the steps, and choosing to dive into the nearest subway car instead. You didn't even care where this train was headed just so long as it was away from him. You took a seat in the far back and wrapped your arms protectively around your chest. Why wouldn't he talk about her? Who was she? The look on May's face when she realized you had never heard of Gwen spoke volumes. She was someone important to Peter. And you weren't important enough in his life to get the privilege to know about her.

You knew Peter was secretive. He'd respond to your texts at weird hours of the night. He was always slightly paranoid like he could never fully relax. His eyes would dart around the room and size everything up before he'd take a seat. He'd excuse himself suddenly, disappear for a while, and come back looking out of breath. The mysterious bruises and cuts that would appear on his skin...

The more you thought about, the more you realized you didn't really know Peter at all. You thought you knew his heart. You could see the kindness in his eyes and his growing urge to please you. He was gentle and soft. He helped out strangers whenever he could without ever asking for anything in return. You believed he had a heart of gold despite the inherent sadness about him. However, there seemed to be an entire side to Peter that you had not yet discovered. You weren't sure if you liked the secrets he was keeping. His silence only made you imagine the worst.

"There you are!"

The subway door connecting the cars opened and Peter jumped through. You blinked in surprise at his sudden appearance.

"I'm fairly certain it's illegal to travel between cars while we're in motion," you mumbled to him.

There weren't many people in this car and you doubted anyone actually cared. Still, you had the urge to tell him off for doing something dangerous like that.

Peter ignored your worries and plopped down across from you. He settled into the seat and kept a silent eye on you.

"What are you doing?" You asked him.

"Walking you home. Like I always do," he replied.

You sighed, "I've lived in the city my whole life. I don't need an escort."

He shrugged, "Okay. Then I'm not walking you home. I just happen to be going in whatever direction you are. A mere coincidence."

You grumbled to yourself and turned away from him, chewing on your bottom lip. He was difficult to read at times. He knew how to cleverly hide his emotions behind sarcasm. You snuck a glance at him to find him staring straight at you. Any other time you'd of gotten butterflies at his direct eye contact. Today, you just felt dejected and confused.

At the next stop, you jumped up. The walk to your apartment wasn't far from here. You could probably make it back before the sun fully set. You felt Peter following behind you but refused to turn around to acknowledge him. If he was going to petty and quiet about the situation then you could play that game right back at him.

You stepped out into the fresh air and stopped to admire the sun set that was illuminating the sky above you. The clouds were painted with deep purples fading into the last bits of warm, glowing orange. For a moment, you forgot about the nights events and felt a sense of a peace at the beauty. You felt Peter's hand brush against yours when he stopped beside you. Timid fingers begging for your attention.

You gave in. Your fingers entwined and you could feel your anxiety melting away at his touch as you leaned into him. "Why won't you tell me who she is, Pete? Is it because you're still in love with her? Am I your rebound?"

"What?" He sounded sincere in his confusion. "Is that what you thought?" He gave a heavy sigh and untangled his hand with yours, choosing instead to wrap you up in a tight hug from behind. He rested his forehead on the back of your hair. You had a feeling he was too afraid to make eye contact with you. "You're not a rebound. It's nothing like that. She...Gwen...she was my girlfriend. I loved her. I still love her. I'm always going to love her. But she," he swallowed and you felt him hold onto you a little tighter. "She died. It was my fault. I couldn't...it doesn't matter. She's dead. I should have told you about her a long time ago. I just couldn't bring myself to say the words."

Peter sighed and you felt your heart begin to break for him. He turned you around so he could see your face. He kept his hand gripped to your shoulders as if to steady himself. There were tears in his eyes. "My love for her does not make my love for you any less. If anything, it makes it more. She taught me what it was like to be in love. Because of her, I know how important it is to cherish my time with you. I don't have to sit around wondering if this it. I know it is. I know I'm in love with you. I don't have any doubt about it."

The tears in his eyes seemed to have jumped into your own because now you were both crying. "You should have just told me, Peter. You made it seem like I was wrong to ask about her."

He sniffled, "I know. I'm sorry. I'm not very good at these things. There's a lot you don't know about me yet. But I'd like to tell you sometime. If you'd still want to."

You smiled through the tears and nodded, "I'd like that very much." You looked towards your apartment building. "You wanna come in?"

Peter smiled back at you, taking your hand in his, and leading you towards your front door.

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bowieandqueen11 · 3 years ago

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Tobey!Spidey Dating Headcanons

Ahhh my first time writing for Tobey my beloved

(I do not own Spider-man or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @andysapril.)

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Tobey!Spidey is just the sweetest, cutest, most adorable boy you would ever meet!!! You’ve lived next door to Peter for years and years now, and he’s spent every single second of every single one of those days just absolutely, head over heels smitten with you. Being his neighbour, you also got to sit next to him on the bus every day for years... and sit next to him in school, and during lunch, and after school when he’d invite you back to his house so Aunt May could gush about you over dinner.

All these emotions have just been bubbling up inside him for so long, that he’s more afraid than anything to just tell you how he feels in the fear you’ll never want to see him again.

The two of you used to have a lot of late night talks by your back fence back in the days when you were finishing up with High School. When the two of you couldn’t sleep, you just seemed to have this connection zapping between both your minds, making you slip on your slippers and sneak out of the house. Lo and behold, to no one’s surprise, Peter’s standing there in his cotton pyjamas, with his glasses slightly askew and a big smile on his face as he waved awkwardly at you.

And the two of you would just talk over the cracked planks, until the sun finally began to yawn her rays over the horizons of the distant apartment blocks. Still, even as you began to yawn and blink tiredly, your words slowly falling into the atmosphere, Peter would still be leaning his elbow on the fence with his head in his hand. And he would just look at you with those big, wonderous blue eyes and dopey grin as he nodded along eagerly - hung on your every word as if you were the one who had placed every one of those disappearing stars in the sky.

For the last few hours before the two of you met at the front of his house to walk arm and arm and hip to hip together to the bus, he would climb back into his bed and spend the rest of the minutes repeating your name with closed eyes and a huge smile on his face. At one point, he even managed to wake up Ben because he added Parker to your name-

‘Y/n Parker’, he would whisper into the solitude of his small four walls, fingertip pressed against his bottom lip. He would end up giggling so much, an innocent blush pressing against his cheeks that he had to hide under the duvet and pretend he was asleep when his Aunt and Uncle peered through the door to check he was okay.

When he finally moves into his apartment after graduation, he makes sure to invite you around for pizza literally the night after he moves in. His room is still a mess, but it makes your heart flutter to see that amid all the half-turned boxes and still broken lock on his door, the first thing he put up in his apartment were all the pictures he had of you and him. Mementos, polaroids, little photo booth strips from the arcade by Chatham Square from your twelfth birthday party - they all are pinned with intent and obvious care around his bed frame and his mirror. Although you can barely meet his eye, he’s too busy trying to set up a little picnic area outside to even realise how much his fondness has affected you.

He invites you out to sit on that little balcony of his, and he nearly jumps out of his skin when you cautiously sit down by his side. His skin burns against his thigh from where your legs blush, and as he hands you a slice of pepperoni pizza he bought home from his new job, his fingers shake as you gently take it from his grasp.

As the cityscape looms into the distance, fading underneath the cool chill of the night air, all the traffic and chatter and neon lights seem to fade into nothingness as the two of you talk - just so obviously staring at each other as if he were the stars and you were the night sky.

In the end, you can’t take it anymore. You drop your slice back onto the lid of the pizza box and wipe your fingers on the napkins he’s brought out. He seems shocked, mouth slightly dropping open as he fears you’re about to leave or he’s said something wrong - but then you lean over and cup his cheeks, and time seems to stop. His eyes widen more than he thought possible, and he can barely think as you lean forward and press your lips against his own.

He just sits there, frozen in shock as you make to pull back. But then, finally some kind of sense kicks in, and his hands come up to rest tenderly on your upper arms as he pulls you back to him. His eyes finally fall shut, soft and silky as his eyelashes brush against your skin as he kisses you back, lips unable to pull away no matter how much the two of you need to breathe.

And then he leans his forehead against your own, and you can hear the heart breaking longing in his voice as he manages to whisper out. ‘I’ve wanted to do that since forever.’

You stay with him for the night, but mainly the time is spent cuddling up against his chest on top of his duvet. This man has spent his whole life just wanting to hold you close, so you indulge him and allow him to be the happiest man in the world as he spends every second he can awake. Even though he keeps nodding off, he still tries to shake himself back awake so he can just tenderly reach his pointer finger out and trace over the features of your face while you sleep.

Eventually, the feeling of his knuckle over the tip of your nose tickles you awake. He tries to profusely apologise, but he just looks so cute that you lean over and knock him back onto the bed, straddling his legs and pressing a thousand little kisses over his giggling face.

You know Peter pretty well, so you figure out pretty quickly that he’s Spider-Man. He’s always disappearing off at random times, for once. And two, he literally just leaves his suit hanging up in his wardrobe, so when you go to hang up his jacket one day and just see it hanging there, you’re very chill when Peter confesses everything to you.

He trusts you more than anything, so you feel it’s only fair you treat him with the same faith.

You’re the only reason he would ever give up being Spider-Man, but he looks so forlorn and frightened after he tells you that your heart just splits in two. Cupping his chin, you move his gaze up from where he was glancing at his shoes until he finally meets your eyes again, and you tell him that you’ll always love Peter Parker no matter who or what he may be or become.

And so he keeps the suit, because he knows in the pit of his stomach that if anything ever happened to you and he could have stopped it, he-

Sometimes he’ll scare the living day lights out of you when you’re walking home from work, and out of the corner of your eyes you can see some kind of weird object just crawling up the brick walls of the lone alleyway you’re hurrying down??? But then you finally pass under a street light, and you nearly collapse in relief when Peter comes hanging down from a web in front of you.

Turns out he had just really missed you the whole day, so you just sigh in mock annoyance when you figure out what he wants. He pulls down the top of his mask with a small ‘please’, finally smiling against your lips when you walk over and kiss him gently, running your fingers over the stubble of his cheeks.

Or sometimes he’ll surprise you after work when he’s not in costume. He’ll just come flying down the street, all dressed up in his best suit, helmet, and brightest smile as he beeps at you on his little bike oml. He lets you drive as he scoots back, arms wrapping around your waist and chin nestling into your neck as the two of you shout gleefully into the New York breeze. You spend the rest of the evening hanging from a little web-hammock in a secluded spot of low hanging trees around Central Park. You’re nestled into his side as he holds you tight, just sharing a crepe and looking up at the stars.

You pretend not to notice how he spends the whole time trying to sneakily glance over at you, and every time he does an even brighter twinkle lightens his face.

He constantly tries to buy you gifts and bring home flowers he picks up from one of the street markets, and sometimes you have to slip a few extra dollar bills into his pocket because you know he’s spending money he can’t afford.

His favourite thing to do after he’s fired, or after Uncle Ben dies, or just when he’s had a bad day is to slam the door shut and just drop his backpack or his mask onto the floor. You can just tell by the pained expression on his face as he crawls over to you that he needs a hug, so you reach out your arms to him and he gladly falls into them. He lays his head on your thighs, nose poking against your stomach as he cries against your shirt and just allows himself to feel safe and loved as you run your hand through the short strands of his hair.

He gets shouted at by Jameson a lot because most of the pictures in his portfolio are ones he’s taken of you.

He’s pretty much just a big puppy - any time you’re both not at work, he’s so touchy. Doing dishes? His arms are straight around your waist. Trying to read? He’s thrown himself down next to you and soon the staring becomes too much that you just let him pull you down on top of him. Going out? Guess whose fingers are now suddenly wrapped around your own.

He also just loves to kiss your shoulders?? Just - in the early morning when the two of you are getting dressed, he slips on his robe and comes up behind you. He likes to rest his hands just above the meat of your hips as he still shyly presses his lips against the top of your shoulder.

He’s literally just going to love and adore you forever, you are everything to him.

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